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2007 22 September :: 11.31pm
I feel like shit because I'm sick. I knew it was coming. I knew it. And I had to work, and of course that meant that I had to close the desk, thus working until eleven.
And I'm not going to lie. I shut down the pc at the desk, and when I left, the SC was trying to get on it to flip the lanes over for tomorrow. And I shut the computer down, so he had to wait for five minutes for it to reboot. I just smiled and him and walked a little faster. Wow. I'm a bitch.
But seriously, I thought he already had it done.
Whatever.
I'm over it. And I'm going to go take a shower. A nice warm, steamy shower. Well, maybe not so steamy because it's like seventy five degrees in here already....
And today was just like yesterday,
You couldn't even tell the difference,
You said all the same things you always say,
And tomorrow will be the same.
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2007 20 September :: 1.11pm
Frida Kahlo.
Selma Hyack with a unibrow. I wanted to shave it during the whole movie....we watched "Frida" for the past two classes in my English 333, Literature of Latin America class. If you want to see Selma's boobs...oh, and her having sex with another woman...it's the movie for you; but I digress. It really is a good movie, and yes, sex is a fairly good chunk of it. Frida was married to Diego Rivera, the famous Mexican Muralist.
I was entranced with the movie. I need to see it again. I think I need to see it a few times before I'll be satisfied that I've thought about the things in it.
Everyone should see it if they get a chance.
Warning: There is a bit of gore (i.e. when she gets pierced through the vagina with a handrail from a bus during an accident).
Happy viewing.
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2007 15 September :: 10.32pm
When I'm back home I feel weird. I'm a totally different person. I honestly feel like I'm in high school again. A perpetual senior.
I don't know what it is. Maybe just being around the familar, my house, the road where I live.
I'm surprised that, as much as I hated high school, I am as fondly nostalgic as I am about it.
I have to study for my exam for foundations of communication theory. I think this might be a tough one. Communicationt theory is not my thing at all.
I found out last night that I'm getting a Little. That's a prospective member of the fraternity and I'm her "Big" brother that's suppose to help her through the initiation process over the next twelve weeks. I'm very happy, but I don't feel old enough. She and I are the same age.
I guess we'll see how it works out.
I'm doing well in my "big girl" english class. It's literature of non-western cultures, and I'm one of three sophomores in the class (everyone else is a junior or senior). We had to write a five hundred word paper (critical analysis) on a novel. The average score in the class was 37/50, and I got a 47/50...AND she asked me to send her an anonymous version of my paper so she could put it online as an example for the other kids in class....this makes me happy.
Michelle
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