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20 december 1996 8:32 p.m.

My life is flashing before my eyes... I came this close to getting swept along into seeing the "Beavis and Butthead" movie tonight. A brush with such fatal vapidity is no laughing matter. I had my last final this morning. At 7:30 this morning, thank you very much. Although I took it while heavily medicated (the new Sudafed packs a good punch of pseudoephedrine), I feel pretty good about it. I didn't put my pen down once, and was outta there by nine. I think I'm getting sick again... but on the other hand, maybe my constant sniffling threw off the curve in that class. Before I headed to work, I stopped by to pick up my other two grades. A high "B" was my reward for enjoying Hawaiian so much, and a surprising "C" in my other class. Strangely enough, my grades over three midterms got increasingly better -- 79 on Monday's test -- while I felt increasingly worse about how I was doing in the class. The lesson? Pessimists are always pleasantly surprised. Kellie was happy to get her gifts... eventually. At first it sounded like she was refusing them, making for some tense moments as I pretended very, very hard to be interested in making coffee. From what I gather, she hasn't gotten anything for Walt, but it doesn't seem to bother him much. The only thing unsettled now is how she'll receive our... I mean, his not-quite-a-love letter. I'm not sure if tonight's mass-outing would count as a date for Walt and Kellie, but they're both going. I got the distinct feeling she was smart enough to not want to go, but went anyway... if just to stop Walt's nagging. They're so cute. Other than watching their soap opera wind on, it was another "Is there anything else I can do?" day at the office. I haven't said whether I'm going to be sticking with days during the winter break. It feels strange being there while the sun's still out. And I still feel useless a lot of the time, getting paid to be left to my own devices in the break room. Well, I haven't decided if that's a plus or a minus yet. Word of the Day: "moon" mahina (ma- hee- nah) `Ike `oe i ka mahina nui nani? "See the big pretty moon?" (See you [dative marker] the moon big pretty?) Someone brought in the "Evita" soundtrack today, and played through the whole thing twice. It always struck me as odd that the movie soundtrack was out a good two months before the movie opens. Having heard it, I'm not as sure I want to get it myself. I suppose I like it, overall, but it's also a little off-putting -- if not disappointing. They changed a lot... at least compared to the Broadway recording I've got. The orchestration itself is completely different. And they cut out a lot of the fringe characters, weirdly tweaking the lyrics so Madonna could take their lines. I think they did the whole thing in a lower range of keys, too. I guess Madonna couldn't hit those vase-breaking notes. Also, one song was pulled out for a new piece -- "You Must Love Me" -- which was written just for the movie. I guess it's the "single" off the entire 'track. What bugs me about the song is that it's like an apology for the wickedness of Eva's character. Why can't someone simply be a manipulative bitch? There are many reasons why "Evita" is my favorite Webber musical, and her character's one of them. Watered down or not, I'm still set on seeing the movie when it comes out -- they're already selling advance tickets. Derek and his family invited me over for a Christmas Eve dinner. It's great to have somewhere to be. On the other hand, it means I'll need more Christmas cards... He said his Christmas gift to me is under their tree, which clearly Means Something, but I can't think exactly what at the moment. (I think I'm going on 24 hours under the influence of these happy orange pills.) There are three graduation parties -- not including graduation itself on Sunday -- on the itinerary this weekend. All Derek's friends, all Engineering pals who took the extended degree track (five years or more). I plan to collect as much dirt on Derek's past as much as possible -- especially if people are going to be getting drunk (as I imagine we... I mean, they are). I've realized that most of the Smart Folk I came into UH with graduated last year; if anything I too would be the "old friend" they'd have to come back to see. It's a little depressing to think there'll probably be no one left in the islands to go to my graduation party by the time it happens... I'm thinking Fall 2001?