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aaaaaaaaaaaand lets go 2009!
i'm still in new orleans
i'm at fucking school
i hate it
they won't buy back any of my books for the classes they told me to take that don't even count toward my major
last semester was completely worthless. i'm now going to be stuck here for longer. fuck.
my house is ridiculous. i went to kickball yesterday and then went to erica's and we took a bunch of tramadol and couldn't get off the couch. it was awesome. i'm reading a really trashy novella about prostitutes in las vegas. unless prostitutes in las vegas are completely a world apart from prostitutes elsewhere, this guy has no idea what the hell he's talking about. but misinformed books about hookers are still slightly entertaining.
i moved into the slaughter hut just shy of a year ago. i can't believe its almost been a year. thats fucking INSANE.
time moves so fast here that its impossible to realize that i'm already 21. i fell like i'm 19 and i got here a month ago. its been going on 2 years.
my plans for this summer have gotten completely fucked. when john got arrested coming into town our canada gallavanting got indefinately postponed. i still want to go try to cross the border, and if we can't just get a ride to canada on a boat from port townsend, but he seems to not want to so who knows? i could always try to join the circus again.
i started working out. i jogged 5.9 miles in 45 minutes yesterday without stopping. i ride my bike close to 8 miles everyday to and from school. you'd think the endorphins would make me happy. ha. ha. ha.
i'm hanging out with a clown named chase now. its interesting. we drink a lot of gin and play rummy and listen to my bad vinyl collection on my pretty-much-busted record player.
another one of my roommates dogs is having puppies, they might be part coyote, and i might just have to have one if they are.
we might be moving into a really awesome home on st. roch in june, if i'm here. it has a skateramp in the back yard and 10 rooms and 2 stories and a HUGE yard and its 3 doors down from the tavern and a block up from the other st. roch houses so it'd be awesome, even though i'll miss our house on port street. the port street pound. casa de bacon. the tetanus jungle. the tower of power. the black lung. home.
and 2009 rolled in with me going to bed at 10 after getting wasted on sparks and whiskey at a tallbike jousting event and eating lots of macaroni and cheese. i had 9 roommates and 6 dogs on january 1. life is good. oh, and i'm well on my way to quitting smoking for real. awesome.
happy 2009.
in the name of satan,
kirsten