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Lord Mortimer of Daemonshire written @ 3:07 PM on September 03, 2002 I was content to come back to NKU after this weekend. I think I am finally separating my path from that of my parents. Even this weekend, though I find peace when I go home, even in that house, I can still feel that deep force constantly reminding me why I am different from them. It was good to know. I met up with my roommate Stephanie last night, and we went to the late-night dining service on campus with eight other girls, our R.A. included. Our R.A. is awesome. She used to work in a movie theater, and so she has all these posters and lifesized cardboard movie cutouts in her room. Hey, anyone who has such a fine lifesized picture of Heath Ledger is A-OK in my book. I think Steph and I are on our way to becoming friends. We're going out this weekend, shopping for our dorm. We both agreed that our door and our ceiling is much too bare. Wallpaper, streamers, and pictures, anyone? We have big plans, she and I. Our door is just going to make people stop in their tracks and think, "Wow... cool people must live in there..." Hell yeah. We finished watching "Joy Luck Club" in Immigration Experiences today. It nearly made me cry. I saw my own mother in each of those girls' mothers, and I saw something flawed in myself in each of the daughters. I just wanted to call my mom and talk to her afterward. We're going to be doing reports on American immigrants soon. I'm wondering if I can sneak past with Canadian immigrants. That report would help more in my genealogy project than, say, my Czechoslovakian relatives. What motely blood runs through my veins. And I continue to roll my eyes in math class. What goes on beyond the windows of that room I find much more enlightening than extinct voting methods. What's funny is that our professor, even though I think he's cringing from that chapter too, teaches the material like it's God-given sacred text. What a trooper, that Dr. Moore. Sometimes he'll ramble into some topic that's somehow related to the material, such as the new stadium in downtown Cincinnati built for the losing football team, and today he exclaimed, "The engineers should not have voted in the first place if they approved of all the candidates-- they're only making the numbers bigger!" Amen to that, I thought. But when someone gets a bright notion on how all this is related to the approval and the Borda count voting methods, drop me a note and pray do tell. We weaseled our way out of that class 30 minutes early. I have drawing class tonight with "Comrade" van GOGH! We had to do an outside assignment about childhood fears in which we drew our "incongruous" demon in his natural environment. For such a stiff guy, he's got some crazy ideas. However, being the fearless Sam Reno, I had trouble remembering what I was afraid of. "Repunzel" I found unnerving. And then there was this marble bust of Beethoven in my grandmother's house that used to glare at me when I slept at night. The fact that there's an ugly coconut head and the ashes of a dead guy my uncle knew sitting up in her attic in a tupperware container was equally unnerving. But I really did not fear anything more than dark hallways and stairwells, open basements and that mangled portrait of Christ in my other grandmother's house. What I thought would have been most terrifying was faceless, shapeless, soul-sucking demons from the fifth gate of Hell. So that's what I drew for drawing. I attached twisted raven claws to him to make him "incongruous" and lovingly called him Lord Mortimer of Daemonshire. He's oozing out of my closet like ink now. He likes pretzels in addition to human souls. He doesn't like unicorns. Somebody please update their diary... Gimme something to do between now and dinner.
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