So, like, I watched, like, Clueless today for like the first time in like forever. First day of the second summer session, and we're reading... come on, you know this one, right?... Emma in my class "The English Novel." Which shouldn't be altogether novel after all, but the instructor is the same one I had for Expository Writing in the spring, and she's great. Reason I took the course, actually... I was originally looking at "Shakespeare and Film," or something like that, but whatever. As if, Bard.

I'm out-y!

So, yeah, I got some new cam software. It has a much better overlay system than the other one. That's why the bar on the bottom and the logo look all wicked cool transparent-y. It has better features on my end too, so if you've got a cam, you should check it out.

Guster is playing in Towson at the Recher Theatre on my birthday (Aug 14th)! There will have to be a major Sum of All Fears moment in Baltimore to prevent me from going. I imagine this will be even better than last year, when I saw They Might Be Giants in Central Park the day after my b-day. While it was really cool being able to buy a $5 concert Heineken for the first time, this one will actually be on my birthday, and it's Guster. I'm gonna try to get backstage with my birthday status and all. We'll see.

Well, it looks like Canada is poised to become not only a nation of potheads, but gay potheads! While at the same time, the US is turning into religious anti-abortionists! Maybe we should draw up a new Mason-Dixon line on the Canadian border... because the cultures, they are diverging.

So, it turns out that not one but two of the six poems I submitted to Zeniada, the Hopkins main literary magazine, were printed in it. I was never informed that my poems had been selected. Heck, I wasn't even informed the magazine came out. I've made revisions on both those poems since then, and it would have been nice for the printed ones to reflect that.

Anyway, one day, on a whim, I thought, "I wonder if that Zeniada thing ever came out..." and so I went on a mini-quest to find it. I tried the library first. Nope. Another day I tried the student center. Nada. Yet another day I tried the Mattin arts center. And there they were... behind a glass locked door. I came back again the next day, and finally someone was there and the door was open and I got a copy and I saw my poems inside. Whoop de doo. Well, I mean, I guess I was excited for about an hour or two, but none of my friends seemed any more interested to look at my now-validated-by-publication poems than they did the unpublished ones, and that sort of put a downer on the whole sitch. I come excited into their apartment, holding the mag triumphantly, and they're like: "Oh, hi. Good for you. We're cleaning." Granted, they were actually cleaning, but whatever.

But now my mom wants me to get her a copy, because, evidently: "We haven't been able to read your poems for many years now, and I want to know what you're writing is like." Nevermind that I read her a couple last August... that's like less than a year... I don't know what her problem is. *smirk* She's much more excited about it now than I am, and I keep trying to convince her that it's not a "real" publication, but like one step above Prisms, my high school lit mag. I guess I'll get her a copy.

So, the kitten I adopted, she is very cute, how do you say? Her name is Penelope, or Penny for short, and she is the new feature in the Pikachurs section.

I'm very lucky I have her at all. I found her while looking at petfinder.com, which, if you don't already know it, is hooked up through the ASPCA, PETCO, PETsMART, and lots of adoption and animal rescue places, and is a really good site to see what pets are available in your area. She looked adorable, so I called up about her. Everything was going pretty well on the phone conversation when the contact says that she needs to check up with my landlord once I've filled out the paperwork. My apartment doesn't allow cats, or any pets for that matter, even though there's loads of them in the complex illegally. But there was no way for me to be hush-hush about it, and I went to the office to ask permission, already resigned to the inevitable "no!"

But I didn't get a "no." I got: "We only enforce the pet policy if there are complaints about the animals. Just have the adoption agency call me directly, and I'll take care of it for you." And now I have a kitty. Her original name was "Lizzie," and I had been leaning toward "Mezza Luna" after I first saw her half-moon coloring, but I decided it was too long (and it's also the name of a knife... bleh). But Penelope is a wonderful name, and Penny is a wonderful nickname. She's as loving as the name implies too. I bet if I got lost after going to war and had to journey around Greece and didn't come back for a few years, she would turn away all her other suitors too. And learn to use a loom.

Hello world.

What's up with me? Not much. Bought some DVDs. Didn't graduate. Bought more DVDs. Started summer classes. Bought more DVDs. Adopted a kitten. Bought more DVDs... you get the picture. Or you will, at least, in the next update.