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Monday, September 23, 2002

everyone's mad at me... wish i knew what i'm doing wrong...

Oh, and one more upside: Bob's mother likes me! That should count for something, I suppose. One less thing to stress about. To be more than adequately compensated for by all the new stresses. Should go call up my big brother and ask him to solve my problems.

On the upside, went to see Carmen on the Common on Saturday, which was nice, and Larry's present to us of Ferris Bueller's Day Off in the yard, which was rainy but also nice. But I feel sick. And angsty about the future. And so many meetings I've been putting off... should I do a thesis? with whom? where's my adviser lady? Haven't heard from her since June. Have to meet with grant providers and explain to them that I did squat this summer, although I tried so hard...

We need a better system of advising. My dorm's Fulbright adviser tells me one thing, which I do, and then the people at the Fulbright office tell me I "should have known better" than to trust the people paid by the university to tell me what to do. So my application is probably void. Oh, well, what the hell (and flew into a mountain).

just fed up with everything. didn't want to write because I'd have to admit it.
Frustrations....