Thursday, May 08, 2003

Junk Mail Filter

Life is suddenly more boring now that I"ve set my junk mail filter to high. At least before I had about 30 messages a day to delete. Without those, I've had to come to the realization that I recieve almost no personal email. Unless its my parents writing to tell me that Baylor has demanded even more money from me in order to graduate. I am aware that if I WANT personal emails, I'm going to have to actually write some. That's actually why I like blogging. It keeps people updated on a daily basis. And if things are working right, they comment back and let you know in turn what they are up to, or what they like about what you've written, or something completely unrelated. And if the mood is just right, maybe several people will start a comment "conversation" (see Little Red Boat for an example of this) and you feel like everyone that you love is out there somewhere -- and somehow you're all connected.

Of course, in another week it won't matter because I'll be trapped without a computer for three months this summer. THREE MONTHS. Well, I can check my email at my grandparents' house -- but how often do I really want to wander their direction for the sole purpose of blogging the same message over again (worked last night, horrible rich people, singing in the bar on tuesday). I'll try to update when I can, but no promises on frequency of blogs. So, yes, that's all I have to say on this subject. I'm going to bed...

I'm done! I had my last final! I've finished with undergrad. Je suis finis! Io sono finita! YAY!!!!! Da Da dada DA dada DA! I'm so excited. Can't wait to get my stupid diploma! I told them to mail it to me! SO there baylor. Shove it up your.........! On a positive note, I'm so glad for the chance to get an education! Not many women in the world boast of that privledge.....yay! On to my masters!
Quote of the Day

The cardinal difficulty, said MacPhee, "in collaboaration between the sexes is that women speak a language without nouns. If two men are doing a bit of work, on will say to the other, 'Put this bowl inside the bigger bowl which you'll find on the top shelf of the green cupboard.' The female for this is, 'Put that in the other one in there.' And then if you ask them, 'in where?' the say, 'in there, of course.' There is consequently a phiatic hiatus."

C.S.Lewis, That Hidious Strength