This is kind of overwhelming.

I don’t even have the words to quantify my feelings.

We are storing the fragments here as we verify them.

Sam’s making me come with him to see Cole’s so called Memory Project fragment. How the hell do I get stuck doing this stuff? I can’t wait to wreck his hopes and dreams though when it turns out to be a shitty forgery and he finds out that I am not blinded by love.

Sam’s new boyfriend is such a dick. He’s some pretentious art student Midwest transplant to New York City, and ugh I can’t even list the many ways in which he annoys me. Also he claims that his roommate has discovered fragments of the Memory Project. I had to bite my tongue so I didn’t laugh in his face. First of all, everyone and their mom discovers Project fragments, in their attics, buried in their backyards, floating in the sea in a bottle. Or they find a series of clues leading them to the hiding place of the Memory Project. Or whatever. And I know through experience (I went through a misguided phase where I read every single thing available on the Memory Project ever) that most of those claims are full of crap. And he sounded so smug while saying it too. Sam has undoubtedly the worst taste in guys. Also got my grades back. Not as terrible as I though they’d be but still I can kiss that 4.0 good bye sighhh.

Going out tonight!! Mel tells me that there’s a new place down by the waterfront in Lower Manhattan, in one of the reclaimed sections. I think its near Forks.

Had my first exam of the semester. It was terrible. I hate it when professors do that thing where choice d will be ‘all of the above’ or something and I always always get those wrong. I saw the new Lau movie about how the Fall effected nations undergoing industrialization, which makes it sound much more dry than it actually was. It was quite lovely, in an understated way, almost reminds me of those ancient landscape paintings with the jagged mountains and sparse trees. Very back to nature, with shots of the Vietnamese countryside, the rolling green hills, a sudden spring shower, stuff like that. It would be interesting to examine how the Fall led to a resurgence of nature-oriented films and the use of old media.

I keep starting new blogs and abandoning them in a few weeks. It’s a bad habit that I am trying to break. To start off, I am Cheryl. I am currently an undergraduate student at Brooklyn College in New York City; I major in English and Art History, with a focus on the cyberpunk movement of the late twentieth century and the Fall. I play the guitar. I spend way too much of my time arguing on the Internet. That’s about it.