Friday, December 10, 2004
Have I mentioned recently how woefully unprepared I am for the holidays? I have? Of course I have, because I am very much like a broken record, perhaps warped and if you look at it spinning too long, you’ll get sort of seasick feeling and then have to sit on the couch nibbling on Saltines […]
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Thursday, December 9, 2004
Tuesday was the last day for my riffed coworkers, but since I had school, I sort of walked out at noon like it was any other Tuesday, and thus missed the teary goodbyes and all of that awkward stumbling over words. Like, do you hug someone you’ve seen almost every day for the last three […]
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Tuesday, December 7, 2004
Ok, this diary is doing weird things to my mind. In my response paper, I wrote Frankenstein showcases the fight of good vs. evil. But who is exactly evil, the intelligent but immoral Dr. Frankenstein or the hideous monster who has been scorned by society for his looks (much like Shelley’s countryman John Merrick would […]
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misinformed There was a really long melodramatic maudlin entry here but I deleted it because even though I was trying really hard to refrain from being all “poor me” and “fie on the people who done me wrong” and how I didn’t (in a quote directly from the entry) “want to be the poster child […]
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I try not to talk about this too much and am fond of making grand jokes about it, but the truth of the matter is that I had kind of a shitty childhood. There are things I’ve never told anyone, not even Esteban. Once without thinking, I mentioned something relatively minor in passing to my […]
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I did the classic fifteen-minute $70 groceries dash last night (including a rotisserie chicken, which I nabbed as soon as I walked in the door, thank you very much) and then planned to replicate the very awesome lunchtime carrots from our favorite little Japanese restaurant on Broadway, as I am fighting back the sniffles and […]
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Wednesday, December 1, 2004
I know that every year I bemoan my lack of holiday spirit, but seriously, I am sort of looking at Christmas like it’s a guy I knew from high school and I’m desperately hoping that he’s not going to come over here’oh shit, he’s totally coming over here’ Heeeeeeey! How are you? What have you […]
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Friday, November 26, 2004
My story was workshopped in class last Tuesday and it received very good comments, including from the guy who had written on the truly horrible story two weeks ago that ‘the dialogue is actually causing me physical pain’. (Heee. I like that guy.) My girl crush talked about the ‘agility of the prose’, which made […]
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Monday, November 22, 2004
Ah, I’m Bono and this is the Saturday Night Live. This is not a rebel song. This is Saturday Bloody Live. Something. Camera? Is this my camera? This is Bono’s camera. We get three songs because we’re U2, fronted by Bono. Yeah. That’s right. I’m Bono. Big B, two ohs, little n. No. Not Boon. […]
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Friday, November 19, 2004
It all started last week when my mother asked me to watch Jonathon overnight while she finished the interior of someone’s cabin four hours north of GB. I agreed, but then she called back and said that the guy didn’t want them to come yet because his son was in the high school championship football […]
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