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What is new? I don't know. I miss Emma. Lately I've been spending my time in a treehouse, in a graveyard, in a very hot tub, in a very cold river. And also in my bed. I feel well-rested and empty. Let's see, New Years? New Years was quite epic. The scratches across my stomach and back have almost healed, but my foot is still too gashed to slip into a pointe shoe and my knee is still revoltingly purple and black and grey and swollen and bloody. Pants really hurt! The night ended in sincere tears and then some brief, but damaging time spent on F-book (Here is my Resolution, when your friends leave at 5:30 in the morn, go off to sleep, not off to wallpost). Ah, what can I say, what is to be done?--maybe this year will be better than the last. I miss the city. I MISS THE CITY. What's with all the Time For A Change songs on pop radio these days? I think they are stupid. John Mayer can suck it. The streets of Columbus!--are so silly and so small. I have had much fun; my friends are all criminals or metalheads--what's a girl to do? Drink, dye, die. Oh, but Randall comes soon. Just in time for Noah's next show. Starting tomorrow, homework. I've been fairly good 'bou my Russianzz, but I've got a play to write, epics to read, karma to burn...and so on and so forth. Well, off to go read my Tsvetaeva and brood!