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i dont think there ever will be an amazing "this is the laura i always wanted to be" moment of epiphany,
but more like a "i am growing in the way id like this laura to grow" kind of life.

here's one of jed's poems.

( february fifteenth, two thousand seven )

( between november and december two thousand six )

( february ninth, two thousand seven )

i am listening to a 1997 album by The Sea and Cake and it is called The Fawn

i jsut got back from a sort of practice performance of a hugely avante garde performance art piece. the same professor that i've mentioned before, bob ostertag, and his friend whose name escapes me at the moment performed in a small room with fewer viewers than anticipated their piece whose name i also forget at the moment.

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