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Monday, November 18th, 2002

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11:27p
"touch me where i'm rusty; let me stain your hands"
Sara has this up on her door. So true.

I like saying that we’re not speaking because it implies that i have some sort of control over this situation, while the truth is that we’re both very busy and in the times when she isn’t otherwise occupied she chooses to do things other than talk to me.

She was dressed up today. I am so shallow.

I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see,
You were a-wandering out on the hills of Iowa, and you were not thinking of me.



But yeah. Mostly my day was good. I was intelligent in Romantics class. I chatted with this nice girl at work. athene kidnaped me and that was “all sorts of” enjoyable. :) I had spaghetti with tomato sauce for the first time in like ever and i actually didn't dislike it. Who knew?

And the cold and the snow-still-on-the-ground make me happy. I didn’t do any schoolwork today, though i got a couple errands done, and that’s okay. I’ve seen black and white photograph girl-kissing postcards in a couple people’s rooms recently and i want. I also still want a fire ring. I’m thinking shopping trip after morning classes on Wednesday; because it’s all about the walking and the not doing schoolwork.

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