You'll have to pardon the recent weird titles but I haven't been too focused on particulars to really justify an entry for anything specific. This one, I feel, will be no different. Besides being sick, I had a terrific weekend. Even being sick wasn't too bad because I got to make homage on the couch and have people scratch my back and hair. If I were a superhero, that would definitely be my kryptonite. Got to spend time with the Dollanders and even played cards with grandma, which I know she enjoyed. It's been almost two months since Mackenzie came into our lives, but I still find myself so often struck with amazement that she's here. My sister has a daughter. My parents are grandparents. I always feel a strange sense of history when I see my mom and dad holding her, like I'm witnessing something very special and private. Some day she'll remember these Sundays. Kristofer has got me into Smallville, a TV series about Clark Kent's life surrounding the teenage years. Some of it's pretty dumb and trivial, but for the most part I really enjoy the show and I think it's really just because of Clark. Besides the fact that he's a good-looking guy, he's so perfectly fictional and yet believable. There's something very alluring about people with important secrets and, naturally, special abilities. Ironically enough though, if given the choice to be Clark Kent or dream girl Lana Lang, I think I'd choose Clark. I don't yet know why that is, though I'm sure it says something about my psyche. As a general note, for the record, I just love a story about a super hero. In the real world, I'm in the midst of catching up and getting ahead on the weeks minor battles; French homework, fiction critiques, and a media research methods exam on Wed. Tomorrow I can look forward to another day at the presses, taking photos and writing stand-alones. I'm about done with the newspaper; literally and figuratively. I've learned a lot and have had a good experience, but I'm too comfortable now and I need a new classroom, a new playing field. I think the only thing I've missed out in this experience is criticism. Constructive criticism, I mean. Neverthless, it's been a good experience. I'm awaiting to hear two important announcements: admission into the professional school of journalism, as well as an interview or selection for the news director position at the radio station. As much as the latter stresses me out to think about, I really hope I get it. I really feel like I can help people improve and work to make the news department stronger all around. But hey, I don't have to preach to you, you're not voting. One last project/deadline on my hands, to finish editing and turn in my short story, Delivery for Mr. J. McKling, by Friday for the contest. Maybe I'll be able to get to that tonight...we'll see. On that note, better be off to the books. Ciao Carrie