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I hope next time I see you, my posture improves.

I survived my first critique today. In fact, I won it. Well okay, maybe I didn't win, but best in class is pretty okay. I feel awesome at everything.

Pomegranates still occupy much of my mind.

My life is one big Flannery O'Connor story except no one dies (yet). You think anyone else will care that I sometimes don't like dairy products for long periods of time? You think anyone will try to impress me and bring me a bunch of pomegranates to eat? I like my fruit complicated. I wouldn't ask for much else.

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I love waking up and saying to myself "Did last night really happen?".

Yes, it certainly did.

I just learned that I can easily name 11 synonyms for "vomiting."

Labor Day weekend is a bunch of hooey. I caught another cold this weekend and I'm almost sure that complaining about it will make it go away. School is going okay. There's a lot of time in between classes. I guess I could pick up reading or something. Drugs even.

I could bore you with all the petty semi-interesting things that have been going on lately, but I'm not one for sharing. The truth is that these petty semi-interesting things have collected themselves so much over the past 6 months that my life has turned into one big petty semi-interesting odorless mushy goo. Silly Putty if you will ( Read more... )

This update doesn't really exist. Use your imagination.

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