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I have just turned in the last assignment for my course. As per usual I arrived at the office to turn it in just one minute before the office closed. To add insult to injury, I then preceded to have the office staff assist me in collating my work. Actually, she offered. I swear it. Though I suppose who would turn away such a dishevelled, yet endearing, heap of student like myself. Or maybe she thought: If I help this girl out she will leave sooner and I can go home.

I am thinking the same thing right now since the sooner I finish this bit of writing, the sooner I get to go off to celebrate. It is truly amazing how much time one person can spend in front of a computer screen, especially when they are on a deadline for school. I feel I can no longer communicate with the outside world. If it were not for the miracle of email, I would have lost all links with society.

Even my wedding planning is being sorted through email. Today alone Gareth was told by my stepmom that though he was measured in three hundred different ways for his tuxedo, he missed some spots. We were also asked whether we wanted gifts or money given to us at the shower. CASH! GREENBACKS! A BIG WAD OF DOUGH! Okay I obviously need to gain some control.

Speaking of my shower, it has come to my attention that brides do not have showers in the UK. Why is that? It is just another excuse to get with all your mates, as well your family and their mates all the women anyway and eat great food and play silly games. These are the occasions when your mother embarrasses you by giving you a piece of lingerie that barely covers a nipple let alone two. Yes I am looking forward to it. Maybe not the part about receiving a gift from my mother, but definitely being pampered a bit in a gathering of the female sect.

12 July 2000

Stacie Lewis