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so at this very moment I am sitting at a public computer at Smith college. I am beyond the point of frustration with finding articles for my damn art history paper. Having chose to write a paper on a artist that barely anyone has written about is something I have to deal with no matter how grim the situation is. GRRRRRRR. I found all these great articles but they are not on any database within the four colleges. That makes it a double GRRRRRRR. The art of procrastination is something I have perfected. I have a presentation due tomorrow and take a wild guess who is just now doing the research... ME! Time is winding down for me here in Amherst... God how I am going to miss it. In my humble opinion I feel as it I have adapted with the finest of skills on layering, conquering public transportation, stomaching buffalo wings, and the coffee drinking. I have come out of this situation with a finer understand for the New Englander way of life not to mention the major hots for a welding professor. Flash Dance here I come. Welder by day and lesbian stripper by night. This double life thing could work out for me... wishful thinking I guess. Me a stripper ummmmmmmmm NOT gonna happen. It's not that I have anything against them, I personally don't have the moves, body, or self esteem for it. Phew! Time has passed so quickly here... I dread the day when I have to leave.... The tears will be a flow'n. On a more intesting note I did manage to get my ass into NYC for thanksgiving. WOOOO HOOOOOO that was an adventure. My second cousin (aka new age cat lovin modern dancer) let me stay with her. I made it to MoMA and the guggenhiem. OMG MoMA was absolutely beautiful.... so much art so little time. I am about to rant about how people don't respect art here so please bare with me. DO NOT TOUCH THE ART!!!!!!!!!!!!! People, come on think about it... if there is no sign saying please play with me... don't even think about laying a fucking finger on it. These pieces are precious... Duchamp ain't gonna be there to wipe off your filthy pretzel eating finger prints after you run your hands across one of his works. There enough said. I must be getting now.... the chariot awaits.