Oh words, my sweet accomplice, how would I survive this without you? There to fight for me at the call of duty; a paper for this class, a paper for that class, a never-ending cycle of introductions and conclusions. My sweet accomplice to my craft, thank you for your loyalty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cronkite Village took a tour to the Tribune--that's a newspaper here in Arizona, the rival of my prefered Republic (grandpa called it the Republican, the Tribune calls it the Repulsive; I'd like to hear the name for them). Anyway, our tour guide was far from impressive; she didn't seem to know a whole lot about anything worth knowing and she was a bit rude to us, determining that we were a bit dim and ill-prepared for her tour. Whatever. Not working there. Ever. Winding down a little on the paper load. Mother Nature should praise technology for the saving of all her trees. Most of what I have to write never makes it to print; just travels over the web. I have yet to finish a summary for English, a compare/contrast paper for history, and some research for a review question for our up-coming midterm. *sigh* I had a good night though. It was 8 o'clock when I decided I needed to go work out. So I went to the gym, worked a couple machines, left close to an hour later and decided I still wasn't satisfied. So I knocked on Benya's door and asked him he wanted to go throw a ball around. He did, so we spent a good length of time (and a good amount of energy) playing. I wish I could do that routine every night, but I know I wouldn't; couldn't. It's quarter to twelve now. Josh has just left, finally bored of us I guess. The TV is blaring, i've got my headphones on and Tanisha is getting ready for bed. I don't think I'll be there too soon. I don't like putting things off till tomorrow--a horrible curse my mother has pressed upon me all these years, "Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today." I can't tell you how many times that philosophy has helped me. I've finally decided on my research topic for my English paper. After reading the article she assigned, I finally get what she's after: She wants us to research something, but realize we can't draw a conclusion strictly based on our subject matter. It all goes back to our first assignment of problematizing and asking questions. We'll be researching a topic, but we'll discover something else along the way. Makes more sens when you read the article: "Indians" by Jane Tompkins. Anyway, I've decided my posed question will be thus: What is the ideal body? I'm going to elaborate on the physique of the body and how it should be exposed or covered up. I tend to explore the perspectives of the Bible, of Greek and Roman art, cultures of today, and a very indepth look at America and it's cultural diet disease (I stress the 'disease' attitude of what has become today's mind-set). Anyway, it's something I've become invertently passionate about and I think I'll be able to find a lot of information surrounding this topic. I'll let you know what I come up with. God it feels so good to sit here and write whatever I want. Mind you, I really have nothing left to say, I'm just enjoying this freedom of words. Being here at my journal--as ridiculous as it might seem to some, being online and public and all--I feel so...healed. I can express so much here, take advantage of my freedom of speech--my freedom of TIME. Oh dear, look at this entry! I have said too much. I suppose, then, that's all of it for now. Back to the Factory. The semester is about half-way over. Hugs and Kisses to my Loves, Carrie