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Currently in Earphones: "Mass in G Minor" by Ralph Vaughn Williams, "Titus" Soundtrack by Elliot Goldenthal.

Greetings All,

Two down, one to go. My good grade on the final Psych Test means that I'm getting a B+ in the class as it is. Odds are with the favorable curve (brought about by the bitching of the students who didn't study well enough), it'll be bumped up to an A.

Took the Latin final today. Andrea, Carla, Trina, Preston and I all wore makeshift Togas to bolster our spirits. Unfortunately, the translation portion was somewhat tough, but I aced the vocabulary, grammar and comprehension. Now all that's left is the Anthro. I hope to get some studying in with Jon and Whitney between now and weds.

Yes! I don't need to mess with my bed. Since it isn't "lofted" per se: it isn't up on the height extentions, there's no need for me to bring it down. Ms. Molly Kinnear left today, and 'twas a sad goodbye. Lovely Molly was a fellow violist and loved to hear me practice. I'll miss having that appreciative ear in the dorm for these last few days. To bring back to point, she de-lofted her bed to the same height as mine and said it was ok. I need the length for my great height, and it's one less thing to do in these final days.

I've acquired two more movies for my "theatrical fencing" collection; the 1952 version of Scaramouche (with Mel Ferrer and Stewart Granger) and the 1993 version of The Three Musketeers (with Kiefer Sutherland as Athos, Charlie Sheen as Aramis, Tim Curry as the Cardinal and a young Chris O'Donall as D'Artagnan) and yes, it's the Disney version.

While Scaramouche feels closer to real fencing (Though it illustrates virtually every cliched bit of movie swordsmanship, including "The Back up the Stairs Retreat," "Swinging back into the Fray," and "The Circular Flip from-Opponents Hand Move," as shown here), I knew that this version of Musketeers had some vestiges of the right stuff when I saw parries in one and two in the first fight between D'Artagnan and foppish Girard (played by Paul "Golic from Alien 3" McGann, making an aweful fool of himself).

A week or so ago at Pizza after fencing, Fez brought the PS2 to hook up to the TV and we watched a bit of the Richard Lester version of The Three Musketeers (Go Christopher Lee!), of which TC fully applauded for being the best adaptation out there. I'm anxious to obtain a copy; so far Ihaven'tt been totally impressed with what I've seen (from the confused "The Musketeer" to the so-so '93 version).

Oh, and I've acquired a nickname in Fencing. So far, only Cenzo and TC have taken to it. "Snoop" they call me, of Vinnie's own making. Don't know where it came from, I would say it's short for Snoopy. In any case, perhaps it will spread, perhaps not. However, all fencers agree, I need one. There are too many tall guys and not enoughmemorablee names. I suppose I could adopt "Robert," given that everyone knows him by "Toes" and the rest usually call me, accidentally, by his name. They say it's too confusing, but hey, why try to fix what seems to work? (Though whenever Matt or TC or others call "Robert!" and it seems to be in my direction, I usually just turn and say "Robert?" which is enough to elicit a "Uhh...Damnit! Sorry James!").

Urf! It is now 12:30, Saturday morning. I've got plenty of time between now and my last final, but I wanna get stuff done early. For now, off I go into the Morpheus' purple cloak (doesn't even rhyme!).

Enough. More Later.
- James