If only it were a sign that America was actually tiring of the celebrity culture. But sadly, it's just an indication that there is such a thing as overexposure. It seems we can get enough of Tom Cruise. But not Yoda (it's getting easier to be green).

11:39:09 PM    please comment []

... but could someone please fill me in on the origins and/or significance of "w00t" ~ generally accompanied by an exclamation mark.

I get it that it's a term, or shout, of approbation and enthusiasm. I'd just like to know where the hell it comes from.

Thanks!

12:38:04 AM    please comment []

Re-reading my journal is a strange experience. My memory is terrible, swiss cheese really. There are very few narratives I retain from year to year of what I did, when, and with whom. In fact, it's been a half-joking notion of mine that any intelligence I may lay claim to can be ascribed to the idea that the brain cells that other people use to store memories I use to think with. Because, god knows, I remember almost nothing.

But I remember this day. I was miserable, really hurt, and ultimately really, really angry. A great deal of my impetus for studying the flute as hard as I did was a form of spite: "I'll show HIM. He'll be sorry he got rid of me as a student." I still don't know why he dumped me. It was a cold and heartless thing to do.

At fifteen, I felt my mother's mysterious pain, but I didn't follow up on it.

At fifteen, I wanted to pray, but I was sure I didn't need a church (and I have no idea who the mysterious J is who bowed her head).

And by doubling up on this set of entries, I've brought the days of the week into synchronization with this installment.

12:04:21 AM    please comment []