Just to warn everyone, basically this post will be about everything I wrote on my hand while my Brit Lit teacher droned about Keats for and hour this morning.

So....(because it's higher up on my hand than anything else)....Jennifer, you need to download the jazz song "Moanin'" to hear the sweet featured bari solo. There was a jazz festival at Truman this weekend, and the chick who played the solo on this song got a standing ovation at the end (for good reason).

All Caleb's talk about getting "poor sweet baby" emails only fuels my sudden need to order the "Snoopy! the Musical" cast album off Barnes and Noble. (And, Caleb, I say to you: "Forget it, Chuck!")

Going back and reading my survey email from last night, I'd like to apologize both for being in a majorly weird mood and using such incredibly small text. Merv's still making everything too big, and it looks the right size when I change the font down. I suppose I'll just suck it up in the future (or email everything from the computer lab). I don't know why I start blabbing all over the place when I'm feeling kinda off (although this--again--is how my acting class learned about my slight hang-up on Lady Macbeth), but it's kinda scary to go back and read it now and see myself talking at length about vegetables, movies, and armadillo necklaces.

I don't know why history class keeps making me think about this, but I swear I spent a good ten minutes thinking to myself about how I need to buy Best in Show on DVD when my player works again.