Tired. Exhausted. Pooped. And me without a TV. Goddamn. Finally moved in. Registration is tomorrow ... more job-hunting. I swear I'm going to die before this week is over. But I still love Lindsay. I love her so much. Lindsay is the greatest! She's my number one, she is my number, she's not my number two, she's not my number three, number four, number seven, no she's not my number seven, she is my number one. The greatest. ... little ... Sifl and Olly there ... I'm sitting in the student lounge, working on a Hitachi computer with one of those flat monitors that kind of freak me out. Plasma monitors. I wonder who had to sell their kidney for this one. Exchanging kidneys for plasma Dude ... I like, touch the screen and, like, cool ripples and shit happen. Why are they called plasma screens anyway? Is that real plasma in there? Whooooaaaa ... I'm ... so exhausted that I'm hyper ... and that's not good. Well, technically, I guess it could be, because that means when I get back to the apartment, I'm going to crash without having to lay in bed for three hours trying to sleep. I borrowed Spiff's Juilliard pullover. I love it. Yes, of course she went to Juilliard ... Over spring break, when she went to New York. It was just a tour. But she got the pullover as a souveneir, and now people ask her if she really did go there - and she can honestly say that she did ... that, and the School of American Ballet ... for about eight hours. No one would believe her to be a ballerina, though ... she's too tall and her hips are too big. Yeah ... they're particular about that shit. Just watch the film Center Stage - then you'd understand. Okay ... I don't know what else to talk about ... just want to say that I'm moved in and ... everything's good. Yeah ... that's about it.