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Just back from seeing Thank You For Smoking with Alex Lambert, an absolute doll whom I am completely in love with, nonsexually. Also, completely in love with the movie. Tres bien. Alex and I made plans to someday travel in France together, and study together in England. She teased me about my fixation on having a boy with a British accent love me. Wouldn't life be so good if you could speak/wish/hope things into existence? If I could just pick up the New York Times out from under my feet under the desk and flick it open as I clear my throat and straighten my spine. I picked one up today from the lobby of my building. I should start reading them in coffee shops. Go down and visit Nicholas at Second and Lenora, pick a somewhat secluded table that gets plenty of sun and allows me to see everyone and read and sip my tea. I'm still a tea girl. Sometimes I want to be a coffee girl, any type. Black when I want to feel artistic. Espresso when I want to feel sophisticated. Sweet with lots of whipped cream to feel trendy. But no, chamomile tea this morning as I listened to music and looked out over the city. Chamomile tea made with water boiled in an electric tea kettle. Sometimes I absolutely hate dorm life. Like when two bitchy RA's and three Public Safety guys who get off on being in charge lurk out in your hall at midnight on Friday, waiting for you to come out of your room so they can spring on you and tell you they can smell "narcotics" coming from the room. "Weed." I'm not an idiot, I go here too, I just choose to make friends while I go here instead of making a fool of myself by spending my weekends patrolling the halls with a flashlight attached to my belt and a notebook for taking down meticulous notes of any situations that will undoubtedly arise. Apparently the incident report is the longest my RA has ever seen and Sarah and I were described as being "noncompliant" when we really just didn't want to get taken advantage of for not knowning our rights, which is what happened anyway. Fantastically fun first weekend back. No really, aside from that it was a good weekend, and it has been a good week. And tonight will be a good night because I am exhausted and plan on sleeping very well.