Wednesday

School. Macbeth and Clarissa. Meeting of the fractured minds.

Worked. Yes sir, I understand. You still cannot return your video game.

Snow. Horrible. Many cars dead and abandoned.

Thumbs down to weird, painful, unidentified thumb injury.

2:30AM. Snow plows and scary people yelling outside. The Songs Suburbia Sings.

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Tuesday

School. Nothing to report.

Neil Gaiman. Reading was not boring, a remarkable feat. It's amazing how Neil Gaiman fans are exactly who they are... and never disappoint expectations.

Fish and Chips. The day's best thing. Marvelous.


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This Week's Best Thing.

Monday

Today, I've found myself listening to various covers of "Let It Be" and "The Greatest Love of All."

This cannot mean anything good.

School.

Subway. Again. What's that all about.

Can't seem to catch a break.

Nobody within reach.

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Sunday

Feeling apart.

Goodman: O'Neill & Beckett. Remarkable.

Snow: Wet, Thick & Everywhere. Awful

Hungry, hungry hippos.

I want someone to answer my questions. Even with lies. Answers of any kind.

It seems, I'm peeling apart at the seams.

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Friday

Left school early. Didn't feel well. Just didn't want to.

I like Subway now? Gross.

Cannot sleep like a normal person.

The Olympics=Lovely.

How do you maintain humanity on a large scale?

Tooth ache. TOOTH ACHE!

kmc

This Week's Best Thing

Links

http://www.literature-map.com/

http://chatroulette.com/

Judy Sings America. Thanks B.

I'm not sure if I've ever felt more patriotic.

In this video, she is neither African-American nor is she sober... two requirements I had

foolishly thought necessary.

Thursday

Cannot sleep through the night. Today. My mother and the snow. Yesterday. The world fell over. Tomorrow. Who knows how and why.

Alexander McQueen. The world of horrifyingly uncomfortable shoes has lost their monarch. The gay world weeps. The straight world shrugs. To matter so much and not at all.

Worked today. No love. No love lost. Odd vomit/poo stain still where it was yesterday.

Cherry Coke Zero. You are our hero.

Lost the contest. I think.

“I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining” (Beckett 170).

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Wednesday

Who knew female homoerotics could be so boring.

Face. Fully covered in large acne colonies.

With a few delightful exceptions, sweatpants without underwear is a bad, bad, bad, bad idea.

Earthquake, or The Gods Must Be Gassy.

Working. Working. Working. Love unrequited. Funny, mostly.

I ate five Arby's roast beef sandwiches over the course of the whole day. Only $6. I felt like I had to vomit. I vomited.

Syracuse? Probably not.

Everybody else? Probably who knows?

Entered a contest.

Like my new friends. Miss my old friends.

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