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First: Thelma and Louise, Jazz Festival, The Bean, cigarette sculptures. 
Then: home and fklhaktghalkjguoah.

Time for bed.

This week has a good feeling. 
Next  weekend sounds exciting.
If only I was finished with that paper work.
Scratch that- If only I had started that paperwork.

Other wise, good vibes all around.

Perhaps the most informative assembly of my high school career occured today,  featuring a supremely incompetent speaker who spewed forth with such jems as:

"Sexual harassment- I didn't invent it."

" What if y'all all decided, as the Junior class, to hit each other on the butts?"

"I can sexually harass a girl without saying a word."

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Dreading tomorrow is easy with three cavities to be filled. 
Do they still use novocain for the pain? 
I wouldn' t mind.
It tasted like pineapple last time.

The Preferred Jobs:
1. Brighter Day
2. The Sentient Bean
3. Loose Lucy's
4. Any jobs similar to the above

The Job Reality:
....um, who am I kidding?

Advice welcome/URGENTLY NEEDED/appreciated.

Him: ...staying around Spain. I'm not usually allowed to do that-going off on my own. But I had just left Paris, so...
Me:  All by yourself? Spain. I would love that more than anything.
Him: It was three days.
Me: You were free.
Him: You sound like Hollywood.
Me: Well-
Him: But you're right.

The bad news: In addition to my iTunes being wiped from the face of the earth, it turns out that because my iPod was plugged in at the crucial moment, its memory has been erased, and therefore has forgotten that its job is to turn and function.

The good news: I'm pretty sure that since I bought it last week, I'll be able to work out some kind of ( Read more... )

My computer deleted my iTunes, and I lost everything. 
It's sad how much this upsets me. 
So it goes.

I hate apathy. I hate repetition and memorizing vocabulary. I hate walking nowhere with herds of cows. I hate stacks of paper and calenders. I hate kleptomaniacs and technology and no airconditioning and broken toilets and sterotypes and static phones and no ventilation and nothing to read and slow mail orders. I hate her piety in her white van and ( Read more... )