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Dag, yo; I ain't got nothing to talk about here.

The other morning I woke up and I felt much older. It was probably just gas.

argh! All of my pants are falling apart! the center cannot hold! I've been needing new pants for awhile, though. blar blar blar.

I no longer regret taking two summer classes because then I wouldn't have been able to get to know Whitney more and have some good times. I dunno how much I dig her friends, though. They're not bad people; they just don't seem like my kind of people. I don't know where to find my kind of people. And now that my classes are ending and my time is freeing up, Whitney's going to Pennsylvania for three damn weeks! Now who am I going to create mischief with and talk . . I mean listen to?

Those classes are still a bitch, though. I just got done taking my British Lit final and handing in a 12-page philosophy of education paper, and next week is the last for my education class. So how much work will all of this entail? only a shitload. since I basically have to compile nearly every damn paper I've ever written over the last two years. hoo-friggin-rah.

Something that sucks about digital cameras: Not being able to take a bunch of pictures on a roll of film, forgetting about it for months, and then developing the photos and being surprised by all of the pictures you forgot you ever took. Instead, you keep and print only the pictures you want, and most of the time they stay on the computer anyway.

I've got me a hankerin for Uptown and Calhoun Square. Have me some gelato. See me a "non-mainstream" movie like The Aristocrats or Broken Flowers.

All of my knowledge of The Simpsons is deteriorating since I'm never putting any of it to use and all of the reruns suck ass.

NOTHING is worth mentioning here. Being consumed with school doesn't leave a whole lot of time for self-reflection. and the free time I have had has been spent making the History channel my bitch. Samurais and torture and UFOs! I need new music to listen to.

Hey look, some unnecessary pictures:

I do enjoy photo blurs and anomalies


ooh. am I leering? or pensive? or wondering where my upper lip went?


By no means is this the most appealing picture of Whitney or me. oy vey. I don't even know why I'm in this picture; it should just be her. Whitney is probably one of the most plain looking people I've ever met. but that girl has some demons. and I'd rue the day if I were to ever evoke her rage. I've never seen it, but I can just tell.

dear god. why must my smile be so huge.

Now I must depart; someone left my cake out in the rain.