Okay, so, it has taken me 2 1/2 entries to talk about Friday and 3 1/2 entries to talk about Saturday. Not to mention the fact that I am a couple of days behind. One can only hope that I manage to get back to one day occurring and then I write about it, or it will be Christmas and I will be lovingly discussing every last detail of the ten minute stretch of 11.20a to 11.30a of 31 October in an entry dated 16 November. And that way lies madness.

So I'm going to really try to get all of Sunday into this one entry. Wish me luck!

So, Sunday (see how well I am doing already?) we all got up at 8a again for breakfast.

It's not as though I wanted only five hours of sleep or whatever, but when you are in a house with five other people and one gets up and two get up, then they are all up and you hear them through the fog of sleep, and then you think "Shit, I don't want to miss anything good!" and you rocket out of bed as though it were on fire, because that's the only way you could actually get up!

Okay, enough of the second person, back into first. I jumped into the shower because, and let me make this perfectly clear, dancing one's ass off in a sweaty gym while wearing winter clothing does not make for clean 'n' shiny hair or a pleasant odor about one's person, so in order to save everyone's appetites, I elected to bathe.

Ain't I the polite and giving housemate?

We went back to Grandma's Kitchen, the best li'l diner in all of Northern Michigan (okay, the only one that I have ever eaten at, so I guess that it's also the worst and the most average), and then went back to campus because Brad and Andi had earlier flights than everyone else.

Of course, since it was snowing, the flights were delayed, but only a bit. I feared what would happen by 7p, my flight, because the snow was getting thicker and fluffier and more picturesque by the second, though it still wasn't sticking.

We took Brad and Andi to the Stone Student Centre and said goodbye. Andi had one last look around for Mr. Holland.

"If I see him now, I swear I'll just say 'I don't want to talk to you anymore!' "
" 'I wanted to tell you how you have changed my life, made me love music, but now I hate music, and it's all your fault!!' "

Then David and I went to the photo archives. Everyone else had been the day before, while I was at the flipping airport, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity to go through four years of contact sheets.

And there were hundreds of them. Hundreds! They took so many pictures in those days, and some of them were of me, and some were of my friends and some were just beautiful art. I was there for a couple of hours, obsessively looking at contact sheet after contact sheet.

One guy, Ron, who had been at our party the night before, was buying $193 worth of photos and when I totaled mine up, I greatly feared that I would beat him. Phew, only $181! Now that's a normal amount to spend on pictures of yourself at the age of 17, $193 is just, why that's insane!

While Ron was there, a guy ran in and said:

"Guess who I just ran into!"
"Who?"
"Mr. Holland! He's right outside Stone!"
"O, I've gotta talk to him!"
As Ron got up, I told him "Please, tell him Andi Greer was here, and she really wanted to see him, don't forget! Andi Greer!"

As he raced away, I laughed and laughed and laughed. Poor Andi! She's gonna think that he was waiting for her to get off campus before he would show his face!

There was this nice senior boy who was in charge of the photo archives as his work service, and he was telling me that they didn't do this anymore, take pictures of student life, take pictures of the campus. I was shocked.

"What do they do for the yearbook?"
"Mostly pictures that the students have taken."
"That's terrible!"
"Yeah, they really only take pictures of performances, and even then, not many."
"So when you come back, you won't have hardly anything to look through!"

And then I had this idea.

Actually, I had it the day before, but it came on even stronger when this boy was telling me that nobody just wanders around taking pictures anymore, like the Brills did. I thought that what I would love to do would be to come to IAA for a school year and take pictures, make it a year-long art project.

But of course, that would mean that I would have to have enough money to live on for a year, and when would I ever have that. "Apply for a grant!" Robert cried, "Apply for a grant and then you could do it and it would be wonderful and you must!"

And I just think that I might.

Okay, so Sunday won't just be one entry.

Today's horoscope:
Issues of discipline and self-denial emerge. Avoid over controlling yourself or power struggles with others. Be forgiving.

One year ago today:
You never know when they are going to sneak chocolate covered fish innards onto your plate, and you accidentally eat some and then you have to kill yourself.

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