lighting hell. i don't know what i'm doing, when i'm gonna do it. portfolio- frances hasn't even seen it yet. how am i supposed to make it through this semester. just about fell off my chair when i learned gender and culture isn't meeting next week cause of thanksgiving. how is that POSSIBLE? thanksgiving NEXT WEEK?? you've got to be kidding me. there's only 3 weeks left after that. i've got more than 3 weeks of work left. fuck it all. i'm just going to stow away on a train to detroit. i'll live in laura's bathroom with the cats. there's plenty of room.
went grocery shopping after work with christopher. it was delightful. he was talking about what balls smell like, and i said i had no idea, and he said "plastic and pizza." i told him that's what i'd title today's entry.
tried to make my grilled cheese with egg and mustard on a bagel. bad idea. very burnt. cold cheese. fuck it all. i'm going to bed.
talked on aim with rachel for the very fiirst time last night. apparently she thinks i'm cute and funny and SMART, and she reads my blog every day. wouldn't it be nice if i had something interesting to post? i remember those days.
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