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less than a quarter of a tank - 2003-10-28
Midnight, and almost freezing; the kind of weather that makes you want to anticipate Christmas, despite an extra five minutes allotted to warming up the car, and scraping it's windshield. Nirvana - Milk It And the waiting truly is the hardest part. And I think that applies not only to me, but to my peers too; because I have been asked the same questions repeatedly. You know... I do have other things to talk about. The fact that Rod Roddy just died, for instance. His wardrobe was a precursor for the post modern, Y2J-esque, rave-o-lution fashion that populated a lot of late-nineties parental nightmares. Pulp - This Is Hardcore "It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream." I just had a recollection of walking down Western Rd. in London, to class... To good, industrious days, when I allowed them to be such. See, the thing with me in school, is that profs tended to love me, despite the fact that I showed such a lack of motivation. I have only a little bit to go before I graduate, and I am determined to be studious like a monkey-mofo when I go back, after India. And that is my goal, too. Going to India, I think I basically feel is a slight vacation from school. I am really anxious to get back, to be writing papers, and spending late nights in the 'quad'. Heh. It really does not matter to me that I am two years too old, and that I look ten years too old. Pearl Jam - Release I am having lunch with Dustin tomorrow. He being, of course, the gentleman with whom I am about to share my travels. It's kind of funny, this past month, we seem to have gone out of our way to, well, almost avoid each other. The thing is, I can totally understand why. But I am looking forward to the lunch out. I totally love having lunch served to me. But on the other hand, I totally love cooking my own dinner. Especially when I need to be cooking for someone else. Lord, do I ever love cooking for people. That is my hidden passion. What can I do with that? Genesis - The Brazilian And now I've made myself hungry. God damn me. God. God? Hah. How bloggy an ending of me. Cake - Mr. Mastodon Farm
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