Hey, all. Well, second year is done and so far it looks like Jessica 2, Uni 0. I celebrated by having tofu and salad for dinner, preceded by part of my Easter chocolate. And, for some reason, a tortilla. One of those zombie "caaaaarbs" things, I suppose. Then I did my taxes, OH THIS LIFE OF ROCK AND ROLL. Then I completely forgot (again!!!) to call Jacob's mum to see if she can put me in touch with her friend who knows everything about the federal equivalent of the stuff I'm going to be doing this summer. Hiss, me!

About all the exclamation points and capitals in the foregoing, it's because I've been reading Dooce and I've absorbed her style. She's a very funny ex-Mormon woman who makes a lot of poo jokes. Sounds bizarre, but then so do bacon sandwiches and people eat those, don't they?

Aaaanyway. Yesterday I went out to the movies with Kyle, who was in PAPM last year but hated it and thus left (have I told y'all that before? I might have.) We saw this slightly inscrutable Bertolucci thing from the '70s. I would call it a "joint", but I'm pretty sure that term has only ever been applied to Spike Lee movies. Anyway, it was pretty good in a "what on Earth is this guy's angle? Is he a real fascist or isn't he?" way. I'd have to see it again to properly know what was going on. After the film, we grabbed a cup of java/hot choc in Nate's Deli ("You don't have to be Jewish to eat here") and had a quick chat, all very nice. Then I scampered off to a study session with Carly.

The test today was OK, though more difficult than I expected. I soldiered on through, though, because it would have been tediously easy had it been as easy as I'd thought it would be. And then I came home to celebrate, and now we have closed our time loop. Hooray! Emily and Nate have a new fridge, and all is right with the world ce soir.