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And thus successfully completes my first day back in the world of live journalism. I feel neither changed nor profoundly affected, but it's still a good feeling. I really have nothing interesting whatsoever to write, but if I go back upstairs I will get sucked back into the fuzzy addictiveness of my Rose Art "Fuzzy Poster" while watching Kim Possible, which is what I have been doing the past two and a half hours. Or however long it's been since I got back from Caitlin's. For such an amount of time there is an incredible small percentage of the picture actually colored, and it's by no means a really big picture. That is both uplifting and depressing, in that it makes me happy that many hours of jubilant coloring still await me, but my efforts thus far have come to no impressive fruition. Well, my brother is watching Jurassic Park on tv right now, and the dinosaur wailing is summoning me...did you know that when they were making that movie they combined a bunch of completely random sounds including echolocation cries and dump trucks to make the T-rex's roars? No. You did not know that. Whoever you are. Ah, the things you learn from special edition dvd's. It's weird to think that we can accurately recreate a dinosaur to the very talons, but we'll never know what it really sounded like. There should be such a thing as sound fossils. Sound waves frozen in mid air like bubbles that we can pop millions of years later and it will pick up right where it left off. I wonder if it really would sound like echolocation/dump trucks. *YAWN* Probably would. Goodnight world, goodnight moon, goodnight to the fact that I know no other words to that story besides the title, which I only remembered because it was in Opus on Sunday, which I only read because it was on the floor next to the toilet, which I was only on because... because I needed to read the paper, you sick bastard, what were YOU thinking? Anyway later.
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M.A.