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Thanks to the coolness of someone who shall remain nameless (because of laws… and all that stuff… and stuff…) I have gotten my hands on some DiFranco music. I hope I didn’t… injure the server with my rampant downloading… But it’s fascinating stuff. Little did I know that I had heard a song by her before, from the Jackal soundtrack, a non-acoustic version of “Joyful Girl”. I remember listening to it for quite a while, and being rather mystified by her voice, particularly in combination with the music. That was actually the CD I happened to have in my CD-ROM when I first played Quake (the original), meaning I was…

This is supposed to be one of those things to help folks that don’t know me learn a little about me, as though my About page weren’t helpful enough, but this site is all about me, me, me anyway, so there’s probably nothing new here. But I’ll jump on the meme bandwagon. This one, anyway. Name = Melissa. I doubt very much my parents actually cared that the meaning of my name is “Honey Bee” (among other things). I think they just randomly picked it from a book. That’s okay, though. They did, however, stick me with two middle names. Now, when’s the last time you saw a form accomodating…

For those not interested in a long description of my trip to and from Terre Haute, Indiana to visit Rose-Hulman, I’ll give you short version. The only good thing about the trip occured from 10:00 a.m. on Friday until 4:00 p.m. when I walked the campus, took a tour, talked to students, etc. The rest was hell. I’ve also decided to go there for college. I like the school. The longer version, for those more interested in the nitty-gritty… Where to begin? We took the Rat with us, who was sick with “allergies”. I happen to think her doctor is incompetant, as she sounds like she has tuberculosis or pneumonia,…

I’m not going to write about my trip yet. That’ll come later. I have some things I want to get off my chest that have been bothering me during the (total) 23 hours I spent in the car over the past three days. I’m finding myself again in a situation similar to one I had with Michael a couple of months ago, when he saw fit to correct my grammar in one of my posts. A while back, I wrote an entry here that concerned, in part, someone that I hadn’t heard anything about in quite a while. Thursday, after Michael had caught up with what I had written in…

I attended the dance concert of my buddy Micah tonight. It was a very, very good show, although at times it felt very much like some sort of elementary school-level recital with “big people”. But it was good. Micah strutted his stuff quite well, and there was a girl that was in just about every piece that has been dancing for 15 years. At most she could be, what, 17, 18? Geez. But she was very good. I always find it interesting how the sharper edges of memory soften with time, particularly with regards to people. Seeing Micah tonight was… interesting. He craves attention, yet seems utterly incapable of giving…