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I've become a bad internet friend.
I don't really have internet access here, so I take advantage of it when I can, I guess.

Thank God for WELBUTRIN. I mean really. I'm off the effexor, finally. No more dizzies or anything. That's over. I've moved on to a GREAT NEW DRUG for me. Welbutrin. Yes.
I've worked out three times this week. this is a new record for me since like... May or something.
So thank you, pills. Probably could have done it without you, but I wouldn't've wanted to.



I've listened to Illmatic in its entirety no less than 5 times this week. It's a beautiful thing. I also listened to 36 Chambers this week, like twice. It's BONKERS! I've never felt so SUBURBAN IN MY LIFE.



Other albums that have ruled my school this week:





Last weekend, Beth was in town. We saw the X-Files movie and it ruled in its silliness. I had a great time. The two of us, in sync, knew when to laugh at the badness. I LOVE THIS ABOUT HER. It's goddamned important. She's also up for anything. Want to go see a monkey art exhibit? WELL ALRIGHT.





Also, my drunken roommate tried to pick an argument with her. Way uncomfortable. ALSO-- Beth can DANCE. And I can't. But I can kind of fake it. She makes it look fucking HOT.

If this blog seems rushed or snarky in any way its because Its 5am and I need sleep. I feel rushed all the time now. I haven't finished a book in weeks. this bothers me (also, the book I'm reading, Portnoy's Complaint, is a mothafuckin BITCH to read right now). I have to work tomorrow, saturday, at 9am or so. I could be there at 8, though.

This week I have not bought cigarettes or fast food or anything from the snack machine. Fuckin crazy