REAL UPDATE COMING SOON

Drank some coffee, felt sick.
Drank some tea, felt better.

The British know where it's at, yo.

(But I'm in no way giving up coffee.)

I changed my ObieMail password this morning because they asked me to and now it WONT LET ME LOG ON and OHSHIT OHSHIT OHSHIT I'm in LONDON and that email address is the only way to stay connected to anything. Fuckity fuck. Fuck.

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Clothes!  Clean clothes!  Sheets!  Clean sheets!

I hung stuff on my wall today.  Everythings a little bit...crooked.

I’ve been thinking about my dorm room, which I know sounds like a strange (boring) thing to fixate on, but

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I am in the process of getting things done, buying scotch tape. I will eventually do my laundry, I promised myself I would today, but that's actually not happening. I think it's because I don't have anything to carry it from my room to laundry room with yet. That's on the list of things to buy ( Read more... )

Sitting in my room, today, due to mental exhaustion.

Special message for Erica Stringfellow: I finally figured out what '808' refers to (thank god for wikipedia).  It's the drum machine (Roland TR-808) that they use to make the beats.  Rock.

So, I think I had a date last night.  There was certainly a lot of talk of art and elbowing of each other.

And then I ran into the elusive K. Harper at a club we danced among the Brits.  All in all, things are looking up.

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