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lots of things have been buzzing about, yet i haven't felt like there's anything to diary about.
been spending 10-28 hour stretches of time with a guy named zac from my poetry class.
tacos and wine and movies and sleepover at drew's last night.
lots of caffiene crashes. i forgot how i trained my body to not quite need the stuff. i should switch to morning coffee. but it's not the same. i want to be smacked in the face with espresso.
i like visiting 19 albion a great deal.
i want to buy soft cotton clothing hardcore.
the room is more room-like. i need more tupperware shelf things. also a goddamn pole for my armoir.
dolly is so good. when i talk to her she grasps the bars of her cage with her little pink paw-hands. she's not a biter of bars. she wins. i was once afraid she was super neurotic. nope!
i have a pile of things i need to get rid of.
it's hard to think of how to break the ice with someone who "doesn't know how to talk to you."
layrngitis put a monkey wrench in memorizing poems goal. it's gone now, though. neeeext week (right.)
note to self: myspace is an effective medium of pimping self.
didn't go to knott classes for awhile because i'd sleep through them or the day in general. he wasn't so bitter today. i workshopped the frustrated wife poem today and this kid matt sitting across from me is usually super reserved, but he stared at me all mouth agape and scared eyes. i can't help this quiet violence thing i'm good at. nor am i going to stop making people uncomfortable. lovely.
knott is a strange man. i kinda want him to be my way more bitter version of tuesdays with morrie.
been spending 10-28 hour stretches of time with a guy named zac from my poetry class.
tacos and wine and movies and sleepover at drew's last night.
lots of caffiene crashes. i forgot how i trained my body to not quite need the stuff. i should switch to morning coffee. but it's not the same. i want to be smacked in the face with espresso.
i like visiting 19 albion a great deal.
i want to buy soft cotton clothing hardcore.
the room is more room-like. i need more tupperware shelf things. also a goddamn pole for my armoir.
dolly is so good. when i talk to her she grasps the bars of her cage with her little pink paw-hands. she's not a biter of bars. she wins. i was once afraid she was super neurotic. nope!
i have a pile of things i need to get rid of.
it's hard to think of how to break the ice with someone who "doesn't know how to talk to you."
layrngitis put a monkey wrench in memorizing poems goal. it's gone now, though. neeeext week (right.)
note to self: myspace is an effective medium of pimping self.
didn't go to knott classes for awhile because i'd sleep through them or the day in general. he wasn't so bitter today. i workshopped the frustrated wife poem today and this kid matt sitting across from me is usually super reserved, but he stared at me all mouth agape and scared eyes. i can't help this quiet violence thing i'm good at. nor am i going to stop making people uncomfortable. lovely.
knott is a strange man. i kinda want him to be my way more bitter version of tuesdays with morrie.