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| hello
everyone needs to stop being dramatic
work is GREAT
40 hours a week
and it's easy and fun
AND i got a raise [theroof]
good people, good times
life is good
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Holler.
First entry in FOREVER.
PEACE
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| Today was okay... I slept through my music class for the seventh consecutive time.
It's such a waste going there, people just talk and disrespect the teacher. And I don't
have any friends in the class, so I can't join in on the disrespecting.
I'm starting to like my psychology class again, with
Farthing. I like knowing about it... which reminds me of my biggest
problem. I don't know what I want to do. I'm meeting with my advisor
tomorrow morning, but I don't know what the hell I want to do. Any
suggestions?
i miss some people who I have not seen in a while
and i lovvvvvvve working at the MCA
Drew, or Jeff, or Kayleigh, or Callie, or Evan, could one of you
explain where I need to go to make a peoplesoft account?
<3
Jon
P.S.- I miss making muuuuuusic
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| Voting today made me feel powerful.
For the first time in my life, democracy was tangible.
I know my vote is but my own single vote, but the truism stands;
every vote counts. The ballot-counter said 374 just before I
deposited my ballot. I'm number 375 (for those of you who aren't
mathematically inclined..... drew<3)
I also appealed my 2nd $25 parking ticket this week.
I was parked in the norman smith lot, you know,
the one by the MCA and the union where you deposit
quarters. I was gone for eleven minutes, registering to vote
and dropping off an application. I basically paid a quarter
so that I could pay $25. Huh, fuck me.
fuck the police
or whoever does that ticket shit
I appealed and it was a nasty letter, too
fuck them
if i knew i'd be paying so much for parking tickets
i wouldn't have wasted the fifty-however many dollars it is
to buy a permit.
I will find a way to fuck them over.
You'll see.
I welcome any company.
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HOKAY
SO
Evan and I played at the Arts Cafe last night.
It's been so long... Arts Cafes used to be definite
plans, there was no question of attendance, it was
guaranteed. Those were the good 'ol days, when
it was packed, crowds standing in the doorway
because there weren't enough seats. I had such
a good time. Especially because Drew and Kayleigh
and Lorien came. It was nice to see new people in
such a familiar (and yet not so) place.
The ice cold nostalgia of the evening
made me feel superior happiness. I felt
like I gave birth to happiness, my good son.
I slept at Aya's house for the second night in a row,
waking to the breakfast of our choice by her gentle, intimidating father.
Then Drew invited me to the dorm, where I got to play
with him and Evan, which is always wonderful for me.
It's fun to just laugh and read eachother's expression;
how we're going to riff next.
*friends/lovers
*music
*friends/lovers + music
There are few things that accurately correct my inevitable sadnesses
I have here listed all of them.
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