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It's Wednesday and I am still recooperating from Coachella. It's a funny thing, Coachella. At the time, you are half miserable and yet half completely ecstatic for the music and experience; I'm pretty sure it messes with your emotions. Now, all I can remember is how great that 110 degree heat was and how fun it was to be dirty and smelly all

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I remember when Poe Toasting was serious business. Come on buddy, get the cognac, get the flowers...that's it. Maybe make a clever literary reference to murder or Romantic literature. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT offer your insights into the Superbowl (and Poe would have gone for the Ravens, anyway) or ditch the French alcohol because of your narrow ( Read more... )

Westwood seems empty; people have gone away for the extended weekend while I'm left here to write two papers, which haven't been started yet.

Last night I went to a few bookstores searching for Blankets, which is an autobiographical illustrated novel by Craig Thompson. I first got exposed to graphic novels when I had to read Maus by Art Spiegelman ( Read more... )

You know, if I was a good insomniac, I'd be productive with my time. There's a mountain of dirty dishes, no food in this apartment, it could definitely be cleaned and organized. I have work to do, getting C pluses is not cutting it, and I can feel myself getting lost in the unimportant.

Nope.

Make-up midterm this morning went well, I think. I still can't get over how great my professor was about me missing the orginal and letting me make it up. Back to class in a few minutes.

I think I'm going to have a quiet weekend to myself...I still don't feel very good.

In other, geekier news....THIS:

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My apartment is beginning to resemble a space, finally. I forgot to check my lease before I started hammering nails in everywhere; I'm also horrifically terrible at hanging all the frames straight so there are triple the amount of holes there ought to be. My walls have also, in the resulting madness, lost any cohesiveness to subject there might ( Read more... )