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So I went to this bar last night with my old friend Kelly. He's one of like... two people I still keep in contact with from high school. We met in *snort* advanced physics *pushes glasses up nose* when I was a sophomore, the only sophomore in the class. I got to skip regular physics because of a scheduling error in my favor. I don't think I would have lasted in regular physics. There was way too much paperwork in that class. The next year we both took physics independent study and basically just ended up sitting in the back room shooting the shit first period instead of learning about physics. Actually, no, that's not true. I learned a lot of physics that year, but I also did a lot of bonding with Kelly. So at this bar I'm getting myself trashed on Jack and their dollar pints of Pabst having this really depressing conversation with Kelly about how boys are stupid dickheads and girls are manipulative bitches while a guy with a guitar plays Lovesong in the background and I realized: This Is My Life. I spend all this time trying to look my best and think my best and present my best when really, only like three people in the whole world care and one of them is me. I think I'm going to stop trying. It's easier that way.

Then we went back to his place and tried to watch Harold and Maude because he'd never seen it before, but it was too depressing for me so we watched Tron instead. That was a better idea. Kelly is the only person in the world I know who is a bigger Tron nerd than I am. Speaks volumes about the both of us, I'm sure.

I watched The West Wing again today and man, I REALLY DO love Will Bailey. What a fuckin' hottie. We'd probably bump glasses while kissing. How come I can't get a Will Bailey in real life? Dammit.