exhibitionist exhibitions, exclusion, and elasticity.

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So I managed to make it out to the postsecret display at the W.A.G. with Krystle and Anita on Saturday. It's funny, I usually spend some time at the website every week, and I've read the book, but I really felt like a voyeur reading the postcards in front of people. It almost felt dirty. Other people's secrets...

I spent the whole week defending my right to not watch the Grey Cup, then got trapped into viewing a little bit of it on nintendo night at Sean and Diana's. Again, with the feeling dirty. I thought to myself, "if only my customers could see me now..." I later heard that we didn't win, and it had something to do with our new quarterfellow, Dumbledore somethingorother... Occasionally I wish I understood the motivation to play and watch these sport-things, but not very often.

I've established a new yoga-regime. What with the slacking off of working out, my body has started to creak and whine at me. If I'm planning to be walking around Greece and Italy for a month and a half this winter, I'd better start taking care of myself a little better. Flexibility is very important for international travel, I've been told. Actually, that's a lie. Ho hum.

Oh, and my prof called my Freud and Fairy Tales paper "a work of art" and gave me a shiny A+. Brag brag brag.