A blast from the past (okay, I had to do this)

Hey. You know how awhile ago you found that website, futureme.org, where it sends an e-mail to yourself in the future? Yeah.... this is the e-mail. Pretty disappointing already, huh? You're such a loser. Anyway, I will paint you a snapshot of what I did the last 24 hours before I sent this. (Oct 4, 2003) The last thing you did before you sent this was read an e-mail regarding a paper you are writing for Wolfe's cultural critism class. You hate him. One time you tallied up how many times he says "uh" in a class and it came in to over 200 times. Also, he is trying to teach feminism, but yet mentions that he worked at playboy. He mentions the 70's constantly. He makes up words (such as "Fipa," a shortening of "final paper"). In your other class with him, Media Law, he stopped you after class to tell you you have a great legal brain, when really you only asked those questions that impressed him because the topic happened to be the Transformers. Before that, you went out for Pumpkin ice cream at Carl's with Dad. It was dee-licious. Yes, it warrants the extra E's. (yes, I already realize how lame my jokes are, but hey deal with it) Before that was lunch at Bagelmans. You had a 3 cheese melt: provolone, cheddar, and mozzerella on a wheat bagel, hold the pickle. You washed it down with a citrus berry smoothie, sans blueberries, because they were out today. Before that, you were out shooting a photo essay on the Evergreen Cemetery Discovery walk. You got the red camera, AKA "monster cam," and you were pretty pissed because the damn thing's at least twice as heavy as any of the other cameras. Thankfully, Dad agreed to help carry stuff. Still, I think I'm going to be sore tomorrow. I'm HOPING that instead of just getting sore all the time I'm actually building muscle and by the end of the semester I'll be quasi-healthy. I am actually trying to lose some weight right now. I gained about 30 lbs all of a sudden last year. I've lost 10 so far, so now I'm 168 lbs at last weighing. This is my first diet ever, and I really hope I don't become one of those women who's obsessed with her weight and counting calories and crap. Anyway, I'm pretty happy with the results. I did this lady named Claxton, David Davis, Linus Graves (the owner of the graveyard hahahaha), and this lady called Beulah Baker Locher. Locher's footage is a little bad, but I'm happy with the rest. I'm also fairly happy with my interview with the coordinator of the event, Mary Anne Schierman. She was really, really, really nice to me, and so were a lot of the other people around today. There was this groundskeeper with no front teeth who thought I was a reporter, and told me they couldn't make any noise today, so all he could do was rake stuff. Hmm, this whole 24 hours thing sucks. I'm done now. But I will give you an AIM conver from when I was writing this, because I know you do so love to paste and/or read AIM conversations in e-mails: Phoemeister: I'm writing an e-mail to my future self Phoemeister: http://www.futureme.org/index.php GOWALLSGO: I did that years ago, but it was an actual letter to be opened when I turn 30 Phoemeister: hunh. Yeah, I've heard of people who do that. I wouldn't remember to open it though GOWALLSGO: its in my safe and sealed with wax so I don't open it early Phoemeister: ah Phoemeister: you have better willpower than me Phoemeister: so far mine's pretty boring, I'm describing in exacting detail what I've done in the last 24 hours GOWALLSGO: how far ahead are you mailing it? Phoemeister: I'm not sure. The choices go from anywhere between tomorrow and 2028 GOWALLSGO: New Years would be a good bet then... it'll be long enough that you forget and the email will be a surprise, and not so far ahead that you don't use the email anymore Phoemeister: mmm... I want it to go a little farther than that. And the e-mail I'm sending it to I've had for 5 years, so I'm thinking I'll have it for a long time to come GOWALLSGO: your birthday maybe? Phoemeister: mm... No, I want it to be at least a year. That's why I'm describing crap in detail, I want to be like, "Whoa, I barely remember this." or not at all GOWALLSGO: I just belched and it sounded like I said "erby" Phoemeister: LOL.... That's so...... random GOWALLSGO: yuppies :-D Phoemeister: ooh, maybe I'll set it for college graduation Phoemeister: that's like next december, hopefully GOWALLSGO: sounds like a plan Phoemeister: I'm half tempted to send it to 2028 though GOWALLSGO: the site will probably be dead by then Phoemeister: d'oh GOWALLSGO: like the birthday site, the one that was supposed to send a ton of emails on a persons birthday Phoemeister: oh. yeah, you're right, I never get those anymore. I hadn't thought about that GOWALLSGO: I remember that at random moments :-P Phoemeister: lol So.... happy graduation! I'm glad you finally got out of that hell-hole!