It's 5:30 and I am completely done for the day. I got back from my philosophy lecture where we talked about economic justice and was so zonked that I crawled into bed and took an hour and a half nap. Sometimes I think the weekdays are less productive than the weekends. I don't exactly know what to do with myself for the rest of the day. I have just a bit of homework that Ill finish up in the next hour and then sit here and twiddle my thumbs...or eat lots of chocolate. This week looks to be excessively easy as I have ballet and drawing on Tuesday and Thursday and then on Wednesday my class was cancelled so I basically have the entire day free. Man, I really just need to get through April. I think if I were busier then I would be a little happier...damn me for dropping japanese.

Yesterday I mailed off a resume for this Disney Imagineering internship for the summertime. I dont think I'll get it because #1) I'm too young, they usually look for juniors or at least sophomores and #2) Disney doesn't have that many spots available. I think I have a pretty good chance though just through contacts and the like and I'm keep my fingers crossed. The alternative, however, isn't all that bad either. Working a regular job and taking French will be a good way to earn money and get some extra credits done. Either way, Ill be happy.

Last wednesday was Liz's (my roommate's) birthday and I felt really bad for her because she doesn't have any family around to celebrate with and then I felt even worse when i totally forgot that the day was coming up. She didnt really get to do anything special on that day, so i tried to make up for it by taking her out to dinner last night with my family. She doesn't have any way of getting around to places, so we took her to this amazingly delicious Mexican restaurant on Western Ave called El Cholo. They stuck a candle in a small piece of flan and came out and sang to her, we gave her some cool presents, etc. I think she enjoyed it. She even started to loosen up and talk a bit more as the night progressed. I was glad she had a good time because everyone deserves a night out on their birthdays (even if she did get caught smoking in the room again...how many times do I have to kick her ass?) Anyways, it made me feel a little better. I was also so dissappointed that my first time around with the roommate experience wasn't the best and we didnt become super good friends, but i think we live together as well as people can and that's good enough for me.