Today in American Indian Studies we watched a movie called "Expiration Date." I loved it! It's hard to explain the plot, but it's about this guy named Charlie who is under a curse -- his father and grandfather both died on their 25th birthdays by milk truck. Charlie is about to turn 25, so he starts planning his funeral and in the process, meets and falls in love with this girl named Bessie, whose family owns a dairy farm. It's a great romantic comedy; I've already borrowed the DVD from my professor for the weekend so I can watch it with my mom when I go home. Before Pop Music I practiced my new etude, Duport no. 20. Suck. My wrist hurt like none other, so I took three Aleve while I was in class and said out loud that I was taking, "a shitload of pills," which is equal to 660mg. Andrew was sitting next to me and he quipped, "So ... would that be a metric shitload?" Hence the title. Today was also the day for everyone who bought an orphan T-shirt to wear it. It's part of the "Do You See Orange?" campaign on campus to raise awareness that 1 in 20 children is orphaned by AIDS. I think there's a movie playing about it in the CSU tonight, but I don't think I'll go because I really need to finish my music history paper. Currently I am procrastinating doing that. I met with my new advisor in law enforcement after astronomy (side note: that astro test I didn't study for? 64%. I need to ace the final.) and we discussed what I need to do by next December in order to be admitted to the major. It sounds like a lot of work but doable, and I'm kind of excited for some of it, especially the ride-alongs that I plan to do in Owatonna this summer.