Well, Easter was nice. I went to the south burbs with Jimmy and we spent the weekend with his family. I ate a lot of Polish food (re: meat, meat, meat) and drank a lot of aged whiskey. Some of Jimmy's parents' friends were visiting with their two daughters, Patricia and Kasha, 23 and 25 respectively. We drove into town Saturday night after a little pre-drinking (bad idea) so the girls could go to a Chi-town bar. We ended up somewhere around Damen and Division; they went to Goldstar, and Jimmy and I walked a few blocks to the Hollywood diner. I ate so much food that weekend that I can't believe I'm still alive. We ate Arabic for two meals, enjoyed some nice hookah, went to a cafe with Jimmy's friends Brian and Larry and Brian's little sister T-bone. I discovered there that Jim and Brian cannot eat meals together, because they laugh so much together that most of the food ends up in a half-chewed mess all over the table, the floor, their faces and clothes. On Sunday, we went to Jim's friend Billy's to get our hairs cut. I've got a bunch of layers now (so much for getting dreads anytime soon), and Jim's got this crazy rockstar insane musician look going on that I rather like.

I finally made an appointment with Artkore to get the Armstrong Clan motto tattooed on the back of my right shoulder blade. The tattoo's pretty sizeable, but it's just simple Roman lettering, so it's going to cost me about $150, on top of the $20 deposit I made when I went in to make the appointment. May 2 is D-day, and I've already enlisted four or five people to come with for moral support.

As for everything else, it's up and down. I'm not doing too well academically, but I still have hope that I'll manage to pull off passing grades in all my classes.

I've been thinking very seriously about changing my major. Jimmy's not going to be done school for another two years or so, and I am sick to death of the English major. I'm thinking either Poli Sci, History, or Philosophy... but we'll have to see. I'm well aware that it's pretty crazy to change majors during one's junior year, and because of that, I think I'm going to ask my dad to take his wallet out of the equation so I can take out a bunch of loans and just stay in school as long as I want. If I get certified and start teaching, I can legallly default on my loans anyway.

I've been making a lot of plans with Jimmy, which would seem a bit crazy to me were it not for the fact that everything seems to make sense with him. We're planning on moving to Chicago after we're done school; his parents are going to get us a condo in the burbs, for which we can pay them back gradually. Everything seems to be falling into place and it's so weird -- I've never had plans for anything more than a month away. I've always lived my life on a pretty short time-span. But I'm strangely comfortable, and I think everything is going to work out well.

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