Tomorrow I have two papers due. I succeeded yesterday in finding topics and writing a little over 1 page for each. I wish I had written more, but honestly, I'm just glad I finally found a topic for my Film Theory and Criticism paper. For my animation paper, I'm writing about the revival attempts of Felix the Cat. It's really hard to find good, legit information about Felix's origins. I found a lot of websites, but I don't feel comfortable citing any of them in a paper.

Here's a coincidence for you:
I had just finished Adrian Tomine's Summer Blonde, which contained the story "Bomb Scare". The very next thing I picked up was The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002, which also contains "Bomb Scare". Cool.

My hair is curling so incredibly cutely today, since it's so humid out. I wish I had somewhere to go or someone to see me, cause seriously? It looks good. I have this perfect little corkscrew tendril that's hanging down near my eye. So cute!

My skin is starting to respond to my intensive cleansing regimen. I'm hoping it'll clear up soon.

My French film prof asked for a copy of my paper to keep on file to show future students. I'm awesome!

Today has been somewhat of a self-confidence-boosting day, it appears.

Part of my new half-assed attempt to lose weight is not to eat anything after 7:30pm. One of these days I will seriously run. I'm still dealing with energy issues, and this past week I've fallen victim to a regression of sorts. I've napped every day this week, and intense naps, too. Of course, my annual springtime insomnia is starting up again, which is making things much harder. I looked at my old Ambien bottle, and my refills expired on the 3rd. Whoops.

Dream:
     I was talking to Rob online, and I found out that his sister was studying architecture at Berkeley. I was jealous, cause 1) cool!, and 2) my major is worthless, and not anything you'd respect anyone's intelligence for pursuing (it's not one of those majors, like mathematics or engineering, where you're automatically considered smart just by virtue of seeking a degree). I wished I could start college all over again so that I could have done something "worthwhile".

This is funny, because I've been having feelings like this in real life. I wish I had done a French/Linguistics or French/Cinema Studies double major, instead of wasting my first 3 semesters here on psych classes. It also would have been cool to study film at a legit film school, or to study design (fashion or interior, I like them both) at a legit design school.

Oh my God. This is fucking nasty, you guys. Last night while I was sleeping, apparently a ladybug crawled underneath me and I smashed it to death. Ughghghghhgghghhghgghgh. You have no idea how much of a full-body retch I did when I found it. I'm still kind of shuddering.

The thyroid hormones I'm taking have the adverse side effect of making my skin so incredibly oily. I have four times the pimples I normally do, and not just on my face--on my stomach and legs as well. I'm left desperately trying to cover the visible zits with make-up, a skill I've never learned, despite all my artistic leanings. I feel like this is some horrible joke being played on me, or like I'm currently experiencing my second bout with chicken pox. I feel so disgusting, and it doesn't help that I feel (and am) chunkier than I've ever been. I'm in a state of perpetual PMS, all due to this stupid thyroid hormone I'm taking. I'm enjoying the benefit of not struggling to stay awake all day, but at the cost of hating the way I look and not wanting to be seen in public.