it's fate my life has brought me here to you

I don't really have any good excuses for you. I am trying to cut down on my excuse-giving. I think they're kind of dumb because I know I should have done the things that I am excusing myself for. I know that I had the time. I just wasted it. I'm trying to be upfront about how things actually are. Cutting down on lying and truth-stretching and other such things. I really haven't been up to par lately, and that's all I can really say about it.

This week was a nice week. I didn't have much due. Last week I had two midterms, a lab report and a bajillion word essay to do. This week I just had two lab reports and a problem set. The problem set was pretty exciting because I started out feeling like I had no idea what we going on and ended up doing it on my own to a (hopefully) satisfactory level. With no assistance. Awesome.

But anyway, back to this week. I wasn't really on top of anything. I kept forgetting appointments I set up and running to them at the last minute, but everything turned out alright. I'm gearing up for another unpleasantly busy week, but that's not really a big deal.

Yesterday I accomplished quite a few of my secret college goals list. The Columbia Artists Society had a draw-a-thon. For the first models, two actors from the Kings College Shakespeare Troupe dressed in their costumes from the upcoming producing of Julius Ceasar, my draws got progressively better. However, for the second set of models, I was at a weird angle and produced some terrible work. That wasn't a secret college goal, though. The part that went toward my attempt to get a classic college experience was that the second set of models were nude. Well, the dude wasn't, which I thought was kind of sexist. I suppose he was rather shy, but no excuses, man. He was just in his boxers. When I drew him, his butt was huge. The picture is rather comical. When I get it back from Bree I might scan it so you all can be amused. So yeah, real college experience, here I come!

After sketching ourselves silly, Bree and I went to a funk party in "pimpton." Ok, the res hall isn't actually called "pimpton," but that would be pretty sweet. It's called Plimpton. Um, I like the people, but it was a bad weekend for a party, what with Passover and Easter. We also hit up the Fedbash, an Alice in Wonderland themed dance party/concert/burlesque show put on by the (shitty) humor paper, the Fed. There was a pretty awful emo band there. (And if anyone is qualified to judge emo bands, it is definitely me. trust me.) They had some free chips, including pork rinds. Hilarity. They were also showing Alice in Wonderland on a big screen. At a few points, the animation lined up with the emo band, which made my life a lot better. Other things that would have made Fedbash better include: good music, alcohol, and magic. The high point of the night came when Miss Saturn, an exotic dancer, I guess, danced for us with glittery hula hoops. There isn't really a way that I can describe how awesome and fit that woman was. Suffice to say, her fierce facial expressions would have impressed Tyra.

Tonight I'm going to a film festival.

best,

Saraaaaaa