25 March 2002 - 6:43 p.m.

Cross your fingers. I applied for a freelance gig with www.ultimatewedding.com, and I had better friggin' get it. I am like, the wedding wench, yo.

I'm about to go party old skool with my parents and their high school friends. I fully expect weirdness to ensue. I'm still close enough to the 21 mark that drinking with the people who raised me and the people who helped raise me doesn't seem quite right, even though my parents are so into it. Well, okay, Mom and Dad, since you're buying...

Granted, by the time any of them were the age I am now, they had 3 and 4 year olds toddling around, so discomfort is all relative. Like I said, free booze can be pretty hard to turn down.

Reading Harry Potter only makes me want to become a professor even more. I know it makes most people want to fly and transfigurate and shit, but come one, how cool is Dumbledore? And McGonagall, with her plaid robes, not unlike the doctoral regalia given to CoMputer U PhDs? (Well, technically I guess you have to buy them, but it's worth it. It's even worth rethinking where I want to get my PhD. We're talking about PLAID ROBES people! PLAID! This school friggin rocks!)

I never thought my inner fashionista would leak out when I was talking about my graduate education. It just goes to show you that you can take the girl out of the clothes, but then she's nude, and that makes a statement, too.

What I'm wearing:

What I'm reading:

What I'm doing after this: