I missed my bus this morning. By only 2 minutes, but the buses here are so punctual and not at all like subways. They don't wait for 5 minutes, but rather take off if nobody is sitting at the stop. Classes were good; I thrive in a classroom, but navigation was a bit tricky as I'm not quite familiar with the building. I found out later I was walking way out of my way, but it's not my fault that the school building is shaped like an ameoba.


I saw the dobro player again. Well, glimpsed, really. He was in the art gallery, contemplatively looking up at a large metal installation piece. Quite a kodak moment. He's got to have a girlfriend. He's too perfect. Then again I don't know him yet. Drawing from my good buddy dahar's experience, he could have personality snags.Still have to find a guy to take with me to HAIR in November. But I have some time. I met a guy today and went with him to some lady's house. He is an editor for the Peoria Heights Gazette and I figure to get some experience under my belt, he's my Ray Manzarek so to speak.I still don't know about this whole journalism major thing. I don't like newspapers. I want to work in magazines, but I'll just ride the wave and see where it takes me.


For those of you who have no idea what a dobro is. 


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