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7:13 p.m. ~ 2003-09-18
i still smell people bbq-ing. new yorkers stop for no storm eep. storms make me nervous. specially ones that make the large trees in my backyard dance around like that. i hope this doesnt affect the concert tomorrow. it seems i have an unhealthy obsession with boys named chris that rock out. christian (and his name is completely by coincedence. not to be associated with the above mentioned) never answered my email about whether or not he is joining us tomorrow so hes beat, and hes bad luck so maybe its better off i just page him the playlist from the show and he can play the live versions accordingly from home. i shouldnt be doing anything this weekend except plowing through my massive reading lists but im not feeling too disciplined today. our sign language presentation went well and since we went first (we long a fingerspelling contest and that was our consolation prize) i had the whole rest of the period to relax and catch up a little bit. and figure out if one girl presenting in another group had a bra on. on the braless spectrum of sexiness it was a negative number. residing somewhere in gross city. she shouldnt be...(pause) protruding that much katina signed this across the room and my concentration for walt whitman's leaves of grass was broken. katina is our tutor and the teachers assistant and the worse influence our class has ever had. it seems ive lost my muse for the day and pictures wont upload from my camera. scapegoat: blame it on the weather.
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