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what a miserable morning.

i watched waking life last night with fi and danny mr. big san francisco pants. i was delighted at the scene with ethan hawke and julie delpy that was like an extension of before sunrise, and also the night scene where there's a "hotel kirsten" sign in the distance. i tried to find it, but the only answer i came up with is that it may be in germany ( Read more... )

geneva's party was quiet until about 12:30. russell, julie, geneva, sherman, fi and i played a card game called idiot that i lost both times - thus, i was the idiot. more people started showing up later, and i fell asleep on and off on their couch. we decided to leave, since linda needed the car for work in the morning. once we got home, tom ( Read more... )

the usefulness of an empty darkroom at my disposal for an extra three hours tomorrow morning, versus the possibility of sleeping in a couple extra hours probably = hello, relaxation.

i have that, how do you solve a problem like maria, song from the sound of music stuck in my head. how do you catch a cloud and pin it downif i had a book on electricity, tonight i would sit down and read it. is that strange? i want to write about electricity, and i would like to know everything there is about an electrical current. it would be a ( Read more... )

morning has to be the slowest time of day. when it was gray and muddy like this on friday, hannah and i drank champag-na at six dollars a bottle and she upset dylan, and tried to get me to fall asleep with her on kyle's couch. while she was drunk, when dylan didn't follow us back and kyle walked so far ahead of us, it was obviously a ploy to get us ( Read more... )

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so i knew that a snowstorm was supposed to be coming in, but i've never had much heart for snow predictions (since in washington weathermen predict them all the time, and we haven't gotten more than an inch or two that melts very shortly thereafter for a long time). i woke up ready to pack my things and head up to denver, but looked out the window ( Read more... )

food seems ridiculous. sometimes i just want to live on coffee and books, like sartre but without the cigarettes. if there's any time i hate my body, it's on a full stomach.