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Hurrah for Voice Mail! written @ 3:46 PM on March 27, 2004 You will all be happy to know that after a year and a half of owning a cell phone, I managed to figure out how the voice mail option works! "Hi, Sam, this is Jessica... I don't know why I'm leaving a message here since I know you'll never figure out how to get it..." Ah ha! I've foiled the technology gods once more! Everyone congratulate me! *** I finished the bulk of my homework on Friday, which cleared the entire weekend for me to study for this bad ass art history exam coming up on Tuesday. I've never had an art teacher who makes Rome so unexciting and Greece so lifeless and systematic. But whatever. The weather is warm and the strawberries Mom bought for me taste like summer. I'm feeling really good about things, and I'll be damned if I'm stuck in this room for the whole duration of this lovely weekend memorizing Myron, Polykleitos, Praxiteles, Phidias, and the damnable Orders of architecture. Nope. I'm going out and chilling at a coffeehouse with Jessica, then crashing Christine's ex-beau's band party in Newport tonight. My college capadre Liz-- the one back from the 'Raq (Iraq)-- said that the play Friday night went amazingly and that the audience was full of veterans. They spent the entire performance nodding their heads in affirmation and wiping their eyes. Wahoo! Speaking of the 'Raq. I heard from Sean a few weeks ago and meant to log the lunacy of our conversation down here. He's still stationed in Korea, doing the same paper shuffling for the military as always (I, for one, wouldn't let him operate an M-16, would you?). Anyway, he said, "I'll be home in the spring sometime for a few weeks. Are you going anywhere this spring break?" "Nope," I said. "No beach?" he asked. "Nope," I said. "Well... They're transfering me out of here. I'll be headed to a place of lots of sand but no beach." I paused. "Iraq?! Kuwait?" "No. Georgia." "Georgia the country?!" "No. Atlanta," he said. Last I heard, there wasn't a whole lot of sand in lush Georgia, but maybe all those cypress trees and jungle-esque roads we passed through on my trip to Florida were a figment of my imagination. Army "intelligence," indeed...
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