I think sometimes my passions get the best of me. I get all inspired and worked up to do something, but when I sit down, I look at what I have and examine what's in my head and the whole mess just makes me dizzy. It's intimidating, that's what it is. I have so many big ideas floating around and there are just enough missing pieces to keep me from moving on with any of them. I think there's also the fear of putting so much heart and energy into something, and then having it die like so many other projects. So, when my mind is getting the best of me but my brain realizes the impossibility of something, that's when I just shuffle around the computer, cleaning out the closets; sometimes I throw things out, but more often than not I throw more in. I open up the shoebox (that is the file name, by the way), read what's there and dabble a bit more. Occasionally a litte piece of an idea that I couldn't come up with before will suddenly emerge, so I'll add it to the complex thought and tuck it away again. I did start a little research project though; that body image assignment I was talking about the other day. I've begun looking up information and images, hoping to put it all together in a neat little and inspiring video. It's a lot information to sort through, though. I'm uncertain if I'll actually use this subject matter for my English class, but I thought just doing the research and video anyway would be pretty interesting and might be used for something down the road. I just wish I had a beter video program so I wasn't so limited on my options. Oh well. I shall make do. On word of today, I spent the whole morning finishing up some history work and cleaning the dorm. Mom came over about 1:30 for an open house thing for the Cronkite School of Journalism where Dean Callahan was supposed to talk about his vision of the future for journalism. I wasn't too anxious to go because I'd already heard his "vision", but it ended up being a very enlightening seminar. A young man spoke about the exact career I'm aiming for; he does freelance photography for a bunch of different companies, including an internship at the Tribune, he makes videos, builds websites, and he's working for a grant that would send him to a little village in Spain where he could put together a documentary video. I was SOOO envious! But I got a chance to talk to him (his name is Brandon, by the way) and he let me in on some classes I should take and other interesting information. In conclusion to going to that meeting, it permenantly set my mind on what I want to do with my life. Not that I had much doubt before, but this did it; this proved to me that it's possible, that opportunity is out there, the field is alive. I can't wait to jump in. The afternoon was far less eventful. After a long debate about what to do with myself (Tanisha had gone home already, Alex had gone home, and Josh was out with his mom, I pressume), I was all alone with nothing to do so, of course, I ended up at the gym. Go me, eh? Worked out, got back, still bored. Benya offered to throw--brilliant. Did that for a while, came back, cleaned up, and plopped in front of this magical screen doing the aforementioned. So that has been my day. Carrie