November 8th, 2001


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I've decided who I'd like to model my life after: Southpark's Towlie... Albeit he may be a genetically engineered towel gone wrong, he does spend his days reminding people to use towels and of course constantly saying his catch phrase, "wanna get high?" At dinner tonight I was told I sound too much like the character. Should we be concerned? I don't know, only time will tell.

Onto more serious matters. Today was a tough day for me. I woke up with and still have a horrible head ache... It's one of those hang over headaches, but I didn't drink last night--I however did spend many hours in a smoke filled bar singing karaoke. At one point we were dancing on the chairs to Stayin' Alive. The crowd is a bit different from a typical seattle club. The prime example would be creepy guy. Probably in his early thirties, he is what would be considered the typical hippy conservation biologist fisher dude/alcoholic. Besides wasting his time hitting on each girl we came with, he also attempted to entertain us by stripping during our singing of 'Like A Virgin'. I will never be the same.

Well, besides the headache, the ever -looming project frustration remains. Basically my professor didn't like my proposal, which I didn't think was superb, but definitely decent. However, he disappeared this afternoon and hasn't bothered to discuss it with me.

I've also been on this kick of trying to figure out the rest of my time here in school. The never-ending debate is honors or no honors. There are definitely benefits to both. The main thing up in the air at this point is the research issue. I'm getting conflicting information on the matter and frankly I'm tired of running around trying to figure shit out. I wish people could just give me a straight answer... Otherwise I'm going to start to become violent and instead of singing happy songs like "let's hear it for the boy" at karaoke, I'll resort to angry chick music like Alanis Morisette's 'you outta know.' That's not something we want to see.

I'm finished with my fish necropsies for the night, I just have to dump the guts over the edge of the cliff. I'm most definitely looking forward to going to seattle this weekend. Who knows if I'll even really see many, if any, of my friends down there. I'm going with a group of people up here, so we'll just see how things go. I just know that Saturday night is for drinking and dancing--non-friday harbor style.