i printed some potentially good pictures tonight, but they might be really stupid. i'm past the point of being able to judge anything anymore. i've thought about this project way too much and taken way too many pictures. i just want it to be over. it's too late to do anything else now because it's due tuesday at 1 pm, when we have critique with the class. there are only 4 other people in the class and i'm pretty sure their things are going to be more interesting than mine. some people are doing video and that just seems way more exciting than a bunch of black and white photos that i took at the last minute because my camera was broken and then the teacher didn't like my first idea. so they'll all think i'm a crappy photographer and the teacher will be confirmed in his suspicion that i suck and will probably be even meaner to me. but maybe for the next project i'll be able to do something i actually like. i think it's about narrative.

so, why am i writing this when i should be reading? i finished rousseau but i still have to read durkheim and i forgot that i have to read something by kant for tomorrow too. it's called "prolegomena to any future metaphysics". that's a pretty grandiose title. i don't even know what a prolegomena is.

it's so fucking cold in here. i just got up and put on 17 more layers of sweaters and long underwear. i think my body temperature is broken.

now that i have my own computer i can simultaneously update my diary and look at the the twinkling lights of downtown and the west hills. and for those of you lucky enought to have gotten this far, you get to find out that i now have an AIM screenname-- parallaxgirl81. i'm new to the world of "instant messages". �an instant message virgin, if you will. so if you want to "IM" me, you might be lucky enough to be my first time.