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Well, midterms has finally come upon me. Got my bio midterm to worry about this weekend, and then I've got a week break before all the rest come within 3 days of each other. Film and Shakespeare are one day after another, and Hebrew will follow. That's when we actually get to see if I've learned anything. Joy. On top of that of course is the joyous and ever so exciting GRE that I need to book within the next couple of days.

I don't think I'm applying to NYU anymore. As awesome as their program sounds, I'd have to be taking the GRE oh...in the next week. I'm not ready, not even close to ready. So I think I'm just going to have to say good-bye to the New York City dream, yet again. But that's okay, because as much fun as NYC would be...I might be a born new yorker, but I'm definitely not bred one. I'm a California girl, and I want to go home. So applications to Academy of Art University, Antioch LA, and Chapman. Maybe another film school app. I'd feel better filling out four apps instead of three. Also, if I'm not applying to NYU, I've just given myself 2 extra months to get my other stuff ready, work on both portfolios (having a film one and a writing one is proving a little overwhelming), and talk to my professors who are proving incredibly difficult to reach. Also need to apply for graduation in the next three weeks and go talk to a English dept. advisor about current academic progress. I've never met my assigned advisor, so it'll be that whole weird "I've never seen you before" awkwardness.

My vampire story is coming along fairly well. It'll be ready to go by Monday, for sure. I just wish I didn't have a Bio paper to write tonight and a Shakespeare paper proposal to work on. I do hate midterms, serious. All of my writing right now though is requiring serious brain effort, it's just not flowing the way I'd like it to. I don't know, maybe playing with Final Cut again has been eating away at my brain. That's another thing. Ad^3 or Hungry Missionaries or whatever I'm calling it now is in its 4th edit, and I'm liking this edit a lot, but I'm going to need opinions. I want Matt's, but that requires an awkward phone call or some such. I dunno, it just always feels awkward on the phone with him. Sure wish I was working with raw footage, but no offense to everybody here, you guys are sure hard to keep focused enough to get the shots I need. That scary movie attempt? Need I say more? Maybe I'm just not forceful enough. Eh, I don't want to direct anyway.

Crackville last night didn't have near as much Clana as I was dreading. I think I like Kara. If I don't like Kara, I like the drama she's bringing into the show. The canon Kara/Jimmyness makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and Clark being forced to oh no, be the strong one, is good, too. So yes, if Clana stays fairly low key, I'll live through it.

I had three phantom phone calls last night that scared me more than they should have. First of all, I'm pretty certain my sound wasn't one. It's almost always on vibrate. The first one was around 1:15ish and it said private caller, which could be the family calling from the house phone, so I picked it up. Just static. And I got the worst creepy feeling in the whole world. I'm not freaked out that easily. Paranoid, yes, but just freaked out like that? Not so much. Anyway, I ended up turning the lights back on and reading for an hour because I couldn't stand the darkness of my room and the sounds of my roommates moving around on the couches watching a movie. I got two more phone calls from the private number, and I was so freaked out I set it on silent and put it face down so I wouldn't see it light up. And all morning my since of time was so out of whack it's not even funny. Yeah...

I had something else, don't remember what now. I'm really tired...