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Okay- today was alright!

Let me tell you a little about yesterday, first:

Yesterday looked like this:



That's right. That large growth, courtesy of an allergic reaction or too hot water on the razor in the morning. One of the two. I feel like frickin' Quasimoto at school, but it's also kind of Zen-buddhist like vanity-sucks in nature, too, which is fun. T oday, it has diminished significantly, but I still resorted to watching Broken Flowers and eating cookies and sushi until I felt whole again.

I also had a lot of tea.

MMMMMMM

I figured you should see what motivates me in between classes, too:

That's better than an "Arbeit macht Frei" any day. I'm motivated. Plus cemetaries are quiet. It's a Jewish neighborhood, too, so there are tiny pebbles on the graves, signifying visits, which is neat.

Anyhow, this is what it looks like when I'm on my way home in the day-time(usually weekends):



Today was really short, so the movie was just to help me relax a bit.

Broken Flowers is so funny and interesting. There's a scene where Bill Murray goes to visit an old flame, and her daughter's name is Lolita, and it's HILARIOUS! Having read the book, the depth of what was going on there is what makes the scene interesting. I wonder about the rest of the film's import if that's the case.

All of the actresses in that movie are gorgeous, by the way. Jessica Lange? HOT! Sharon Stone? HOT! Jessica Tate? DEAD!

Oh ... umm.

Blake sent me an email saying that she missed seeing me around and that I should call her so that when she comes up she can do something... I'm debating on the call. I've never called her. Ever. I guess there's a first time for everything. It's just that she's younger, and I loved her, and I got nothing back, which was fine. The boundaries just blurred before my very eyes again!

What doesn't make me a skullface will only make me stronger.

Here's to you,

Boy.