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Trivial LJ post ahoy! ->
Piano Man by Bill joel is such an unintentional masterpiece. Think about it. Your life sucks and you're sitting in a bar, singing for bread. You write a song about how your life sucks, and you regain/enhance your career as a starving artist-> musician. Crazay. Enough of that.
My goodness it's officially fall... I quantify Autumn as the first day you wake up and realize that it's time for socks. So I guess seasons are subjective? Actually, they are... besides the whole equinox/solstice thing. .. So where is this going?
Another night at Jen's. Yay for birthdays. And yay for Yale in a few days..? I'm actually really nervous at this point. H.I. virginity = alone in front of a bunch of other people who all know what they're doing = embarrassment ... Maybe I'm a masochist, but it actually seems like it'll be fun, now that I think of it; I'm going to enjoy getting up in front of people with whom I have no affiliation and acting like a census taker/drunkard/Southern Belle whore/skeezy New Yorker.
Despite the bitter chill and inability to find socks, everything right now is wonderful. Having a sleep over with Bootsy and Seth and talking until 4 am about everything under the .... moon (?) was exactly what I needed. So now it's time for the bane of my curricular existence: the "H" "W." Fare thee well, my loves.