today instead of going to classes, i slept, read vogue and a gossip magazine, sweated for no reason, did the cha-cha slide, took a shower, and made a hearty effort at finishing my story
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at the play last night, we met alumns from "the late fifties." they were in their 70s and married. they met at beloit. the man's frat went into another frat's house one night, stole all of their silverware and stuck them into the ground in front of middle college. they also used to bury broken dishes from commons in the indian mounds where the
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i like having a nighttime radio show. it's kind of lonely and you can't see anything out the window and the speakers feel louder. i'm still bitter about safe harbor though. and i still wish the speakers went even louder
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--september --australian professors --not chris fink --boys from minnesota --living with ted --talking to luke --getting letters --the cat --open mics --folk and blues weekend
there is hope after all for the condition of surprises and mind-reading: i am going to san francisco next weekend with my dad and he is the best person ever
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-really miss chapin third -am profoundly grateful to a lot of writers -have been sitting on the front porch -discovered a freckle on my palm that i never noticed in over 20 years -want to start packing for ireland already -daydream a lot -am happy -ate vegan chocolate peanut butter cake that has ruined me for dessert for the rest of the
last night we went on the "chicago hauntings" ghost bus tour and it was one of the most ridiculous things i've done all summer. first, it was a short bus painted black. we were the only locals on it, which for some reason caused rachel and me to laugh for five minutes. there were middle aged ladies with big cameras and a those little ghost detector
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