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| 12:15pm 14/05/2008 |
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mood:  EPIC. music: Rogue Wave-Kicking my heart out
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So I just finished my philosophy final. It was kind of a useless class and an easy final, but I just wrote the most epic essay I've ever written. Keep in mind that the essays I write aren't all that epic anyway, but still...It was all about intention in life, how Ghandi was like "non-violence shouldn't be a practice, it should be a matter of the heart" and then I was like "damn. I'm going to write about that."
Anyway, all incoherent blathering aside, I'm so excited to be done with that class. The minute I finished the final, I put on my playlist of epic music, walked down the hall in an epic kind of way, and pretended I was in some indie movie with epic angles and epic zooms and all that fun, generally epic stuff.
there was really no point to this post.
But before I leave, the most epic yearbook signing I've ever signed...
In environmental science, I didn't konw how to express my love to everyone, so i just signed "global warming has never been so fun."
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| 08:48am 12/05/2008 |
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Mother's day was nice. I like my family.
The slam last night wasn't as slow as I thought it would be, and aside from the very drunk kind of british guy hitting on me, it was a good night all around.
He was just like "so, where are you taking me on a date with that twenty five dollars?"
And then I smiled and thought of all the statutory rape jokes I could think of. Which is not many. I am a horrible person.
I have so much to get done this week, but all I do is sit and play Mario Brothers. Dammit.
I rode my bike to school this morning. I am very, very out of shape.
I'm going to go fail at spanish now. |
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| 01:18pm 08/05/2008 |
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High light of my day since the last post:
I backhanded Ben Klibaner today.
It was pretty cool. |
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| 08:48am 08/05/2008 |
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yesterday was too long.
after an arduous bout with a philosophy study guide, from whihc I realized I need to read about half my textbook before next wednesday, kristin and I drove to South for our soccer game. I taught her the change-quickly-in-public-from-jeans-into-soccer-shorts strategy, which is proving to be quite a nice skill to have. Then we drove up to Niwot. Who the hell lives in Niwot? Not very nice people, that's who.
(side note before I get back to my point about Niwot being a sad, mean place. When their trainer was stretching me, she noted how horribly inflexible I am. Then I was like "well, I have other reddeming qualities like..." and then I didn't know what to say and just smile up at her as she pushed my legs around some more. What relevance does this story have to anything? No relevance. I'm sorry.)
In the first five minutes of the game, the girl I was marking said "well, they're not very good, but at least they're trying." Hmm. So I thought to myself "that's fine. go ahead and have your playoff games and your soccer scholarships. You're all bitches, but at least you're at least you're good at soccer. you've got SOMETHING going for you."
We lost. 3-0. I ran a lot, which is kind of cool because I'm really bad at running. Too bad I like soccer so much.
After the game we ran down (actually drove) to Denver for the chap book signing. I'm going to miss all the seniors, particularly Eve, Daria, and Sammie. It'll be nice to be a senior next year. I'm looking forward to chapbooking. Shut up, everyone. It's a verb.
Hmmm...I feel like I should tell you what other interesting stuff is going on in my life. But there's not much else going on in my life. Just grinding out the days until summer.
Oh yes, and Slam Team fundraiser tonight at 7 at East and one on May 16th at DSA.
I'm really bad at organizing things. Hope it goes well. |
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| 07:59am 01/05/2008 |
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hey everyone!
life's good. Balarat was really, really great. I didn't write all that much, but I got to know a lot of the first years. We just stayed up just talking until two, we girltalked about everything; cold stone foxes, the gay:straight ratio in creative writing males, our parents, the future, all that stuff. It was definitely "quality bonding time" and I felt such a strong sense of connection. It's so comforting knowing that everyone else is just as fucked up, it kind of lessens the blow of whatever we carry with us.
The night hike was amazing, as it always is. I saw a shooting star. I usually lie about seeing shooting stars, but this time I actually saw one. It's a terrifying feeling to realize you really are alone on that walk, but for some reason restored my faith in humanity for a while, which has been at surprisingly low levels for my normaly overflowing optimismeter.
I played my guitar an awful lot, which reminded me of Erik and Mike and last summer. I decided that I'm going to have a big party this summer complete with hippie songs and sleeping on the grass. And also lots of laughing.
Anyway, I just wanted to say hello to all of you. Cheers! |
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| 08:00pm 09/04/2008 |
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mood: crazy music: sensual seduction
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I was going to go to a Rockies game today, but then it rained.
Today during math, I was singing Sensual Seduction by Snoop Dog, which is the worst song ever, up there with classics such as "Buy U a Drank" and "Money Maker." Anyway, my group and I decided that if Ms. Wiseman heard either "sensual" or "seduction" or any combination of those words, we would most likely get in trouble of some sort. (side note: in this problem, we are dealing with combination instead of permutation, because "seduction sensual" would get us into just as much trouble as "sensual seduction")
So we spent several minute trying to replace both words with wiseman-approved words. And damn, there are not many words that rhyme with "sensual."
Well, here's our list. They all fit quite nicely in the beat and pacing of the chorus, and if you know the song and how horrible it is, this may be kind of funny.
Okay...
-volcanic eruption (Okay, so volcanic and sensual definitely don't rhyme, but they have the same amount of syllables. Shush.)
-exponential function
-Lemur reproduction (What the fuck. Not a question. Just a statement.)
-And my favorite of them all;
-natural selection
It's pathetic that I've spent so much time thinking these over for the past few hours. (But if you have any ideas, you should post them.) That would make me very happy.
Also, we're watching Alien in film studies. WHY?! Because Ms. McGrath enjoys seeing us squirm. It's repulsive. Yuccccccch. The end.
I hope that all of your wednesdays were good. Or should that be wednesday's? because you own them, they are yours. Never mind. I think I am losing my mind. Good night. |
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| 08:20am 07/04/2008 |
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Prom was pretty much incredible. I think that if every one danced more often in life, people would be happier. My knees hurt and back and neck hurt, but I also think that whichever part of my body controls my complaining restraint is also broken. I have great respect for you if that sentence made sense.
We went in a small but somehow still very disorganized group with Shelby and Becca (my two LOVELY dates), Elza, Luke, Jonathan, Lizzie, Danzal, and Tyler. It was quite fun. We took pictures on a trampoline, and then decided to get off when the security snaps started falling off.
(Oh, side note. We watched this horrible movie on Friday about the dangers of drunk driving, and it was terrifying. Of course, I have to keep in my mind that my biggest fear ever is getting in a car accident, so an hour movie about people getting into devastating accidents doesn't help my anxiety level. And I know this, and have for a long time. Why I sat through the whole movie, I don't know. then there was this part about a drunk boy who fell off a escalator in a mall and landed on his face. It was disgusting, but I was distracted by the random act of stupidity slid in among all the other stories about cars and highways. Random Boy in Mall, what business do you have in this movie?! Again, I answer with "I don't know." I rarely know the answers to anything in life any more.)
Back to the prom saga.
So, we definitely didn't have any plans for dinner. So we went to Hooters. Excellent service, I must say. It was cheap and quick and we sat behind a man with huge muscles and tattoos on both arms. I'll be a large sum of money that he drove a motorcycle. His girlfriend was wearing a bandana with skulls on it.
Then we got really lost, and then found ourselves, and danced for 4 hours. It was great. Ryan taught me how to swing dance and said he would come to the merc this summer for some crazy swing experience. (Dear Kara, we will dance like crazy this summer. And actually learn how to swing dance instead of pretending to know what we're doing.) It was pretty epic. Amanda won prom princess, and beside the fact that I don't care at all who won, I was excited for her. She's a bad ass, and I take full responsibility for how cool she is. Even though I have absolutely nothing to do with it...
After the dance we briefly considered going to a party but instead went to Jonathan's house and passed out. I was surprisingly well rested Sunday. But now it's catching up with me.
It snowed this morning, but now it's all melted. Boo bipolar colorado weather.
Other news:
-Ms. Dubrava is amazing and definitely endorsed forgery this morning.
-First poetry practice went pretty well. I think it's going to be good. And even if it's not, I'll be reuinted with BNV once more in July...only three and a half more months...Mike McGee was at our practice yesterday and summed up my poem by saying "Young women, young men, don't be sluts." Which is hilarious and actually kind of accurate. I wish I could keep him in a jar in my pocket. That would be cool.
-ACT's are coming up. Lame. I think that SAT sounds like some kind of STD. Maybe just because it rhymes.
-My birthday is kind of soon, which is kind of exciting. I guess. You know, now I'll be able to go to R movies. Which is quite a privelage because of course I have lots of money to waste on movies and would never ever just lie and buy tickets for another movie. I wish there was a better way to show sarcasm on livejournal.
-I miss Erik Brockbank horribly.
-There is a boy in question. He's very nice, and we have so many things in common. But his favorite band is Linkin Park. And he's does the whole "I'm in IB and therefore smarter than you and everyone else" thing. And he probably is. But if he didn't ever mention anything about how smart he was, I would be at peace. I need to work on using my dashing charm to turn awkward situations into romantic ones.
Maybe I am just destined to never be romantic ever, and instead just be blunt and honest. But never in a "oh, that girl is something different and sincere" way, always in a strictly awkward "why did that girl just say that and ruin the moment and all of our future interactions" kind of way. Well, it's good to be back in the game.
I hope that all of you are spectacular. Please tell me about what's going on in your lives. |
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| 07:50am 03/03/2008 |
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So slam off is basically in a week, which is pretty darn exciting. It should be a really spectacular night, and if it's not, Kara and Katy will both be there, so that'll make everything better.
I went to peacejam this weekend and it was amazing. It's so inspiring to be surrounded by people who are passionate about the same thing as you are. I read a poem on stage to Esquivel, which was so so so cool. And just hanging out with everyone, I think my favorite group of kids was the Laramie High group. They drove two hours down and had to drive back in the snow yesterday, but I'm glad they came.
I laughed a lot, and almost cried when Esquivel said good bye to all of us. I'm a fragile little being. But alsop |
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| 06:05pm 22/02/2008 |
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mood: good music: tegan and sara.
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So, my morning began with this lovely quote from the lovely Ms. DuBrava:
"Oh, Simone? She had such a kinky, weird sex life."
Thank you for always surprising me. It makes life pretty interesting.
In other news, I went to shadow at Thunder Ridge High School on Wednesday, which was really cool. Coexist, the "diversity" club at their high school set up a shadowing thing between themselves and south, and I went along. I felt oddly close to everyone in the group by the end of the day.
We met the token mexican kid and the token black kid (yes, there are pretty much one of each out there...) and we all talked and laughed and generally enjoyed ourselves. Oh yes, and free pizza.
Thursday I was sick.
Today my contract was due. I have written so many letters in the past 24 hours. It's unbelievable.
This afternoon I had Chipotle.
Tonight is the slam.
Tomorrow is for sleeping.
Hurrah for the end of February! |
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| 08:54am 14/02/2008 |
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Dear Emily,
I thought today would suck, but you proved me wrong by imitating a a sprawling worm. And Ben with a brief case. For both of these things, I thank you.
Love,
Sarah
Much as I'm looking forward to getting the hell out of this place, it's nice to be reminded of how comfortable I am with my creative writing class. It was refreshing to sit there during critiques and think "Hey, I love all of you guys." It's nice.
Valentine's Day isn't actually turning out so dreadfully. Still no sign of romance, but whatever.
Hurrah for a four day weekend! |
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| Where you come from you sexy thang? |
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| 08:28am 12/02/2008 |
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Here are some questions.
Does any one know how much money needs be spent on stamps for sending a letter to Spain?
Who is excited for valentine's day? I can answer this one. Not me.
Where will you be March 9th? (Oh, I can answer this one too. The slam off at the mercury cafe!)
Will anyone do an FE for me?
Here are some lines. You can do 5 or 10 minutes, I don't care which.
If you feel so inclined, email them to elbebesucio@yahoo.com
(Yes, I know that my email address is "the dirty baby" in spanish. Spelled wrong. But we can over look that. I was naive.)
#6. Ron Haggler was the least considerate person in all of California.
#16. Tell me in very specific detail about the last time you were angry.
#34. "We don't have an accent, Y'ALL do."
#47. Even at forty-seven, Donald was afraid of contracting cooties.
Yeah, they're kind of lame. But I really need to get them done. Everything is due in the next two weeks. Everything.
I hope everyone is enjoying this dreaful, slushy, cold, dismal month of February. I certainly am. |
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| 03:13pm 28/01/2008 |
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mood: AMAZING. music: Go!-Common
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Hello everyone.
Life is really bizarre right now.
I quit my job a while back.
Soccer is starting and I'm so incredibly excited. We are all very silly.
I had an entire half hour laughing fit today. I am gong completely crazy, but it's kind of wonderful, because I've been ridiculously happy for the last two weeks.
I'm going on a date tomorrow, which is really bizzare because I am nearly as smooth as sandpaper. I don't even know what's going on.
I had a funny joke to tell yall, but then I forgot it. Must have not been that memorable...
Anyway, I hope that you are doing well, I love you all. |
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| 09:17pm 13/12/2007 |
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mood: good! music: Get me away from here, I'm Dying-Belle and Sebastian
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Here's an update.
While studying for my spanish final, my dad and I decided that we're going to change the spanish language so the imperfect of both "ir" and "ser" will be "fuaba" because that just makes everything so much easier.
I listened to the Beach Boys on the way to school and highly recommend it for anyone in a foul mood. It's good. But all day I've had that song stuck in my head..."Alison, I know this world is killing youuuu." Yeah. It's pretty crazy.
We're watching Some Like it Hot in Ms. McGrath's and it's the exact same thing as white chicks. Expect with less Vanessa Carlton and more Marilyn Monroe. It's hilarious. Even Ben, who's skeptical of about everything in this world, is liking it all right.
Today Drew Doty told me that he was going to hatch a crazy, unrealistic plan to woo me into having sex with him. It was terrifying. He said this was in honor of Shelby...Shelby, do you know anything about this. Good grief, it gives me the heebie jeebies.
I was going to play my guitar tomorrow at the slam, but my throat is pretty dead.
Sunday, when I was done reading my poem in a very sick-but-almost-janis-joplin type voice, Ken came up to me and told me it sounded good. And that I should start smoking so my voice would sound like that all the time. Oh, that silly boy.
A conversation with my Dad about my ethics final ended in a statement that sounds hilarious out of context. "Dude, Aristotle was pretty mental."
Yeah, I guess those are all just the little snap shots of my life.
I'm going to go to sleep. I don't care if it's 9:30 and I have millions of things to get done. I'm out.
Hope yall are doing well! |
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| 08:14am 04/12/2007 |
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DPS has blocked the Ok Go treadmill video because it's "R-rated." For Real-life-hipsters or something, I guess. It's really very silly.
Life is slow. I've been so tired lately and have lost all motivation to do anything. At all. I just kind of sit around and think about all the shit I've got to get done. Winter break is going to be incredible.
I'm in negotiations with my mom about driving to Madison next year for nationals. I keep telling her "do you really want to drive in a hot car all that long way when you could be sitting at home doing whatever it is that you'd rather be doing?" My reasoning is lame. But I guess not going to Madison at all is just as lame.
I'm attempting to record a cd of music and poetry to give as gifts for the holidays. It's kind of working, and also kind of silly, but what's important is that there is an acoustic version of Scotty Doesn't Know. So it really can't turn out that bad, eh? We'll see. And whether it ends up working or not, it's fun.
I want a hug. I'm so nostalgic for last summer. It was truly grand.
And four months later, BNV poets are still the craziest. |
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| 07:33am 29/10/2007 |
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The Rockies winning streak was incredible because it made for outstanding small talk.
And then they lost.
I'm working at Reiver's now, a sports bar/grill place near Wash Park, for those of you who don't know. I think Kara may be the only one who will end up reading this. Aaaaaaanyway, the people I work with are awesome; on Tuesday nights the wait staff gets to play trivia with all of the customers, and the bussers favorite passtime is playing the circle game with the waiters while they are carrying hot, hot plates of delicious food. That part is wonderful. The angry customers part is not so much.
I guess they're easy enough to deal with because they always say "Can I talk to your manager," and I am always relieved when they request that. Because then it means my manager will tell them what I was trying to tell them in a more eloquent manner with less nervous small talk.
Most of the people who come in think they are entitled to excellent service the moment they walk in. If they're in a group of seven people, they expect for there to be no wait and make it their own task to push tables this way and that so it works most conveniently to them.
There are two other types of people besides angry ones; unmemorable people (who are usually nice enough, but come and go-the majority of our customers fall into this category) and sad people. The sad ones are usually the regulars who come in the afternoons to drink. Last week a woman called and asked me to check the bar fora Paul Herman. The bartender pointed him out to me and when I told the guy he had a call, he said "Tell her I'm not here." So I did. And he drank more and then left and then other people drank and then left and Tony, a regular, put his arm around Sammie and she told me about how she felt bad standing up to the old creep because he was so lonely.
It's kind of depressing, but a it's becoming a fabulous people-watching spot. And I get paid to play trivia, which is fucking awesome.
I'm out like stretch pants. Adios. |
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| 08:19am 18/10/2007 |
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In ninth grade I used to play tetris all the time.
Now, I only play it when I'm really stressed out and anxious.
So, to my dismay, last night I reached level 41.
This is not good. I think I may be going crazy.
School is sad. I've gotten so much more bitter about everything than I'd like to be.
In other news, I got a job at Reiver's and I'm starting Sunday.
Not that I need to add anything to my schedule at this point, but hopefully it'll just be something new and different. I need change in my life so badly right now. It's ridiculous.
Well, I'm off to play candy crisis. I hope all your lives are lovely! |
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| 10:17am 22/01/2007 |
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So the seventh graders in Ms. Brown's class are carrying around sacks of flour this week, that supposedly represent babies. I remeber when we did that. It was pretty funny. Somebody threw their baby against the wall, and it rained flour for a while. It was pretty hilarious. On the other hand, it's really a ridiculous thing to have them do.
"Oh, this sack of flour is pretty heavy. I don't think I'm going to have sex."
The End. |
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| THUG LIFE. Hardcore. |
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| 01:21pm 28/11/2006 |
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Dear Friends, Foes, and other such aquaintances,
I miss you.
Yeah. SO I haven't really updated this much, but I'm back in action.
Right now I'm sitting in the library wearing gloves that say "Thug Life" on the knuckles. Yeah, I'd say that's pretty bad ass. But that also may be why I'm having trouble typing, so excuse me if I made a lot of mistakes.
LIfe's been increibly decent, even to the point of "really good." I'm enjoying myself and not really caring about anything that would/should/could worry me.
The slam off is in t-minus basically six and a half days.
Jeezy.
I love bad jokes. Please tell me some more. Yeah.
I have macaroni and cheese for lunch. If anybody cares. It kind of looks strange, so if anybody wants some, go right ahead.
I have so much shit to do right now and it's ridiculous.
-Memorize a poem for creative writing. By Friday.
-Type a several page paper and put it all together for Vrtikapa.
-Learn Spanish.
-Do my math homework.
-Go to a dentist appointment/guitar/prettyboys tonight.
-Sleep. WHich I never get enough of.
-Practice
-Practice
-Practice.
-Write more novel. Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.
Wow. I have a fairly busy schedule. Time for lunch. Adios amigos. And amigas.
Love and other indoor sports,
Sarah |
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| 05:17pm 23/10/2006 |
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Hello. It's Shelby. Reporting live from Sarah's basement. Listening to excellent music, jammin to some beats, you know. Badass-style. Well, I suppose I don't have much to say. Or too much to say. Wow. I'm getting philosphical.
New paragraph. Ain't that just the bee's knees. Or the cat's pajamas. Something in between those two.
"Chhh dun dun Chhh" says Sarah.
"Hahahahaha. I was like, what is she writing? Chhhh dun dun dun Chhhhhhhhhh." giggles Sarah. And then
New paragraph.
Sarah says hello.
Good morning starshine! The Earth says hello!
Wanna hear a good joke?
Too bad. We don't have any of those. We're not witty, but we're working on it.
Shelby says Hi.
And then says Bye.
And then leaves.
Vamos a comer.
Fuck yeah. Says Sarah. |
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| 08:53am 10/10/2006 |
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So, Emily just had a laughing fit in creative writing, which made me feel pretty good. I like it when she laughs.
It stopped raining and now it's just kind of cold. Psh. Lame.
I wish that the weekend wasn't over yet.
I saw Kinky Boots on Sunday, just for the sake of saying "I saw Kinky Boots." It was actually a pretty decent movie, based on a real story and all. Fun stuff.
Workshop was good last night. I think we're going to be something great.
I'm pretty sleepy, so I'm going to and crash for a while on le balcony.
Yeah.
Got to podslam.org.
And fuck condoleeza rice. |
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