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I read Candy Girl today. It was a nice little book with vague hints at the type of writing in Juno. There was a line about a hamburger phone and I wanted to tell Diablo Coby, "Well played. Well played." Also, it gave me a nice look at one side of stripping and other sex industry jobs. I recommend it.
I'm hungry and the caf probably has crap food tonight. I'm kind of craving steak fried rice from Ichiban, so I might have to hit that up. My inner stoner wants me to eat everything that I can come across. I'm really thankful that I don't have any drug connections here at Centenary, because I would be such a fat ass. But STEAK FRIED RICE. As soon as I can deal with going out into the cold, it'll be miiinneee.
And I'm considering going to Blockbuster and renting a movie or something. I know one of my resolutions was to go out and be more social, but fuck that right now.
Oh, and I've decided that I'm just not gonna mention how I feel here anymore. It's safe to assume that I'm halfway between okay and extremely depressed with the occaisional panic attack and fit of being physically sick thrown in, but managing to put up a facade that says, "I'm great!!!!!!!"
Blah and then there's other times where I wish I did have a drug connection so I could sit around and listen to rap and not think about all my problem.
I'm hungry and the caf probably has crap food tonight. I'm kind of craving steak fried rice from Ichiban, so I might have to hit that up. My inner stoner wants me to eat everything that I can come across. I'm really thankful that I don't have any drug connections here at Centenary, because I would be such a fat ass. But STEAK FRIED RICE. As soon as I can deal with going out into the cold, it'll be miiinneee.
And I'm considering going to Blockbuster and renting a movie or something. I know one of my resolutions was to go out and be more social, but fuck that right now.
Oh, and I've decided that I'm just not gonna mention how I feel here anymore. It's safe to assume that I'm halfway between okay and extremely depressed with the occaisional panic attack and fit of being physically sick thrown in, but managing to put up a facade that says, "I'm great!!!!!!!"
Blah and then there's other times where I wish I did have a drug connection so I could sit around and listen to rap and not think about all my problem.