So this is what senior year is like...

Yes yes, we were in a car accident. Worst day of my life, August 30 2004. I don't want to talk about it.

This semester's crazy. I've got lots of reading because I'm in two novel-based classes, and a ton of memorization ahead of me thanks to American art. And then there's my thesis. Today I definitely made progress in that department, because in talking with my advisor I finally narrowed my research down to something interesting and -best of all- feasible.

We had flooding in Easton this past weekend due to the lovely Hurrican Ivan that swept through the area, though he was hardly a hurricane. Still left plenty of damage though. I'm happy to say that Ivan didn't prevent me and Alyssa from seeing Michael Buble in concert at the state theater. He's a great performer and the show was a ton of fun. Plus he's gorgeous.

I feel the stress of the semester settling in already, with working as a WA, having to read two novels simultaneously, trying to stay on top of an ever-expanding list of art works, and having to produce research for my thesis. When will I have time to apply for grad school?? Erm... I went to the career fair today and got information about AmeriCorps and I think that might be an option for me. I'm not sure that jumping right into grad school without knowing exactly what I want to be doing would be a good idea.

The deadline for the Marquis literary magazine is coming up. I want to get published, just once while i'm here. But I don't have anything to submit so that's something else I have to work on.

So in sum, I'm glad I picked up the stress ball from the URS table at the career fair tonight. If it survives the year in one piece I'll be surprised.