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I . . . feel like I should be doing something useful, but . . . yeah. I spent some of the morning doing my reading for my China and Its Neighbors class? (Whoo, civilizing projects?)

Acting class was cancelled today, although nobody had seen fit to inform us, so we sat around and talked about the journals we've been doing (or not doing in my case; that's what I should be doing right now) and wondering where our teacher was. Finally someone came in and told us we could leave; I wandered a bit, talked to one of the freshmen about how I still don't have a partner for a diagnostic scene (he offered to do a second scene with me, if I couldn't find one), and finally ended up going to get coffee and do my reading by my solitary self. "Sunshine" was playing in Entropy, and now I have it stuck in my head.

I also saw three -- no, four, counting my yoga teacher -- of my favorite sophomores this morning before class, and saw most of my favorite juniors at a party Saturday night.

You want to hear the lamest complaint in the history of college? I'm surrounded by way too many attractive young men. Yeah, yeah, I know, poor me.