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10 january 1996 8:58 p.m.

Today was my last day on the day shift. Who knows if I'll ever see how the Walt and Kellie saga ends? Who knows if Tim or anyone else downstairs will remember me? Who knows if the insanity has subsided at all? Oh well. At least the $500 paychecks were fun while they lasted -- which unfortunately wasn't very long. So now I put my badge away for a week while I supposedly make school a priority. The UH faculty, after talking of a Spring strike for months, finally crushed my hopes for an unscheduled vacation today. "I'm very pleased that classes will begin on Monday," said our illustrious governor. Yeah, but he doesn't have to eat Marriott food. So now I scramble to bring my credit load somewhere closer to (but not) twelve, incurring a hefty $50 "fee" for being broke the week before Christmas. If I'm feeling particularly lazy or cynical about this school's "core requirement" system, I might just add Math 100. At least I can add. Perhaps it's the brief respite from late nights, but at least as this semester kicks off I'm not feeling burnt out. While I find it harder and harder to consider "student" my primary identity, I'm almost looking forward to Hawaiian 102. It figures that the one class I've earnestly enjoyed since I started college in 1992 -- the only class I never missed on purpose -- will also be among the most useless when it comes to having to make a living. On the other hand, if things go the way some folks hope, the Hawai`i embassy in Washington could probably use a few HTML-savvy Hawaiian speakers... Word of the Day: "university" kula nui (koo- la noo- ee) Makemake `oe e hele i ka kula nui? "Do you want to go to the university?" (Like you to go [dative marker] the university?) I think I finally got my computer's brain unscrambled. The ugliest crash I've had so far, but it wasn't fatal. Although I had to give up this modem's fancy fax capability to get things running again, I never used it anyway. I bet my trusty, dusty Macintosh probably saw me drooling over the new PowerBook... the one with the built-in CD-ROM drive. Since I was actually toying with the idea of getting a loan to pick one up, I probably deserved much worse for my infidelity. Now I've got a couple of hundred e-mail messages to sort through, but most of those are mailing list chatter. I may or may not have lost messages sent on the first and second, but given that I've always sucked in replying to mail, I'm sure most people won't notice much difference. All that's left is fleshing out these entries and uploading them. In my sporadic contact with the net over the last few days, I've found a new wave of applications for "Open Pages," and I did manage to bring a few of the exhibitionists into the `ohana. And I did manage to add a link to Jackie's Online Journal poll, which actually sounds a little dangerous (in that it'll probably confirm exactly how uninteresting I am) but frankly the curiosity is too much to bear. Since I've stepped out of journal mode anyway, I am also well overdue in recognizing two people who've been invaluable in holding the gang together -- especially since I'm often remiss in my ring management duties. Skilled dramatist and mighty online journalist Kymm has been helping me track the comings and goings of our peers and essentially doing what I wish I had the time and dedication to do. Fellow Mac veteran Diane, meanwhile, has consistently served as a source of inspiration and much-appreciated commentary (my thoughts are with "Donut" as well, and I'm praying for a speedy recovery). May the new year make for good writing, and reading.