*doubled smothered covered 2001-05-02 2:00 a.m.*

frat guys + beer = TROUBLE

and don't forget it.

i've got cramps and i feel like it has to be ridiculously early for such things, but i did spend a good chunk of time crying today about the unfairness of it all. i think a big part of it was lack of sleep and stress from having a good chunk of reading left to do, and having to present on it, etc., etc., but yeah, even after the nap i was pretty emotionally volatile. maybe it was the weather. oh god, could it be?

i got gouda from the c-store today and almost threw it at tsk's head. instead i just mouthed at him to die and rot in hell. i feel like a bad person for it, but i just feel so violated. still. especially for the nonchalant way he said it, and for the way he told me that it was boring. "hi. i violated your trust and it just wasn't worth the trouble, really."

today was pretty all right though. i "presented" in faith and solidarity today, and i think it was a pretty good discussion. it went over the class period for 20 minutes, which i feel vaguely guilty about, especially because we wound up spending a bunch of time explaining to asian girl something that i basically meant as a throw-away joking line. but yeah. it was a good talk. i think it would have been a good talk, really. i mean, it was about feminism and we had some pretty interesting texts. it was just chock-full of potential. but yeah, i left the class feeling pretty excited about things.

and after class i had a bit of a michael hunt and wound up hanging out with crush girl and weird boy and visiting the cutest kitten in the world even cuter than mine and buying the gouda which i almost threw at tsk's head. and then i found michael, and we decided to go to denny's with jennifer connelly and ate way too much and then there was a nice walk on the beach and i was way high on the freedom of a night before a day of no classes, even if i have 90 pages to write in the next 3 weeks. and i want to talk about all the wonderful beautiful fun hilarious facets of the evening, but i can't think of any of them really.

but when i got back to my room there was an email from that good ole rockstar of a poet and not because he eats food in his hotel, beau sia, and i'm reminded that i keep meaning to do an entry on what i mean when i say he's a rock star, but it just hasn't happened yet. and it won't happened tonight. too drowsy.

people should sign my guestbook and create scandal.

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