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• I'm reading It, and I really doubt I'll get any sleep tonight. Goddamn clowns. But, I mean, I can't stop reading it, so obviously Stephen King did something right. And it's amazing that his books are so dense. I'm on page 554, and I have the entire life stories of all six main characters, plus the entire history of the town the book's set in, and STILL I am not yet halfway through. Drugs apparently did wonders for Stephen King, because he never really managed to pull off this kind of completeness ever again, not after he quit drinking and went to rehab and all that junk. (I am still convinced of that. Somebody show me a good book he wrote after approximately 1985, discounting the Dark Tower series 'cause they bore me, and I'll retract the theory, but until then I'm gonna repeat it every time he comes up in conversation.)
  
  
• 'Motherfucking' is my new favorite adjective. I realized this after school today when I said to my Catholic friend "You can have your motherfucking Kingdom of Heaven, I don't fucking want it." (It was, of course, in jest, but he bent double laughing at my blasphemy and I felt special.)
  
  
• I have cramps and I'm going to DIIIIEEEE EEEUGGGH.
  
  
• My parents have been watching the U.S. Open, alternated with CNN for Hurricane Katrina news, nonstop for a week or so. It's amazing that with such constant, saturating exposure to tennis, I still don't understand the damn game.
  
  
• My National Merit Scholar shit is due soon and I haven't finished the essay.
  
  
• I keep dreading tutoring. I feel so guilty and inadequate about it, and it's just painful to realize that in only two days I have to sit down for an hour with a ten-year-old and be IN CHARGE, and be adult, and pretend I know what I'm doing when I have no idea, because if I don't at least give the appearance of authority then his parents will immediately catch on that I'm an idiot.
  
  
• Andy Roddick's commercials can be really grating afer the twenty-seventh half-hourly repeat.