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...I was right about the yoga thing. Arrrrgh.

banannagoats and I went to the Kucinich rally at Smith tonight. 'Twas quite fun. Then we got ice cream at Herrell's. Mmmm...Herrell's. Still haven't done my Italian homework, though. Oops.

Going to bed. But first: pretty. Last week in Blanchard, there was a group of Tibetan Buddhist monks making a sand mandala. It was amazing. And when it was finished (there were two days to go when this was taken), they swept it all up. Let's hear it for my anthro prof for making the class go to something educational*and* interesting.

grrr...

Why is it apparently physically impossible for me to stay awake in my 1:15 classes? Last semester, I could blame the subject matter (everyone I know has been subject to the Light, the Universe and Everything rant before, I'm sure), but this semester? Mon/Weds, it's Italian Lit. And okay, Dante's not always that thrilling. But then Tues/Thurs, it's American Women Writers. Good books. Good material. Interesting period of history. Yet I can't stay awake! WHYYYYYY?

I feel better now. But geez...it just sucks. I feel like the worst slacker student ever, especially because Italian's so small.

Suggestions? Coffee at lunch doesn't seem to cut it. It just makes me nod off about a half hour later than usual.