So far, the juniper seeds on my window sill are dormant. Anyday now I expect to walk by and miraculously observe them sprout but then reality hits me. Nature is a pressure cooker. Rome was not built in a day... rather, hundreds of years of sweat, blood, and labor at the hands of galley slaves. Likewise, certain days I am a scummy slave bound to countless hours of research, socialization, and sparkplugged scholarship. I have been thinking of buying a pair of goldfish. On my desk, there is a newspaper collage covered with large, bug-eyed fish faces, but scientific studies have proven fish takers are more at solace. Lately, I check my roots for Irish red.... Tomorrow for public speaking I clipped a Dave Barry article that satirizes the whole Mars Exploration controversy. Let me share, "What happened was, one evening he (GW) and his staff were sitting around trying to think of something for the nation to do, and they got to llooking out the window at the vastness of the night sky, and the president suddenly said: 'Hey, we should go to...to... whaddyacallit!' The president actually was thinking of a Chinese restaurant on Wisconsin Avenue, but before he could clarify this, his staff had worked out the whole big Mars mission. So he figured, what the hey." Hah, Bush and his cronies in desperate boredom is a threat to national security itself. Colin Cyr and I casually debate the issue in class: he brings in an article written in support, I bring in one, like the above, that challenges the expedition. Debate is healthy. Tomorrow I also write an in-class essay on industrialization. Hellams gave us the documents in advance to skim, and I feel confident using them, unlike previous scenarios of the same nature. (That sounded very Jane Austen like) Speaking of famous British authors, in English I delved into the life and times of Oscar Wilde to understand the undertones of his only novel- The Picture of Dorian Gray. I absolutely adore the wordchoice. Junior miss is subject to begin soon, which means next weekend is convenient for dress shopping: a Versace corset look alike? Price may be an issue; Mom is an excellent seamstress and likes challenges so a replica is the 'fiscal' answer. This summer, I have resolved to join the proletariat of the Greater Columbia region as an intern at City Art. I talked with Terry Tynes, the gallery director and chief of the art supply downstairs, at the museum last November and she recognized me, suprisingly since I shadowed her two years ago. Who am I kidding? As I type, the sun is shining and the air is temperate, I'm hitting the cul de sac for a jog.