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Sunday, January 19, 2003
Lazy, hazy, crazy day. Full moon was last night and man, was it large and in charge. (I'm feeling rhyme today, bear with me) My ribs hurt for some odd reason, and I'm trying to ignore it, but I always tend to diagnose my problems with food. It's probably because Linda and my mom always tell me to eat when I complain of body pains. They're making me fat and I don't seem to mind.
I have so many things to do and I'm just sitting around, watching the sun move across the sky. When you wake up late, the whole day seems to get heavy and drowsy. In the long standing tradition of three day weekends, I'm wasting my time as slowly and unproductively as possible. My room's a mess, I have yet to crack open those books, and my mind keeps wandering off to random tangents. And I feel like eating ALL the time.
Linda, the apartment is quiet without you. I miss our "studying" on weekends. Also, sadly, the Three Sisters show is sold out so I don't know what we're going to do. You, me, and Cherie can park outside the theatre and beg for entrance. Or maybe we'll just sneak in with Mat and Shannina and pretend to be costume crew with them. So, have fun at home, and if you're reading this before you get here, I miss you, you big ball of beanie!
Yesterday, I went to the Page Museum with Eric and I cried. Not cause he beat me (which he does usually, when I'm caught unawares), but because I came across the exhibit I designed two years ago. It's already broken in two places, it's in a small corner of the museum, and they altered some stuff I wrote... but in the end, I created something that was worthy of standing in a LA museum. I felt a surge of warmth and dizziness when I turned and saw it standing there. It was a good day. The people I worked with are gone now, and the scientists don't recognize me, but my legacy stands there. (Am I pontificating? I get so emotional. I'll stop right now.)
I also got to meet Eric's familia. They're cool people and he has one awesome house. I guess that's why he's so cool, too. He even went to eat Korean food with me and didn't gag or weep. Then we watched Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels. (Or as Eric likes to call it, Lock Smock) Saturday was loads of fun... Enough now, I'm gonna go watch Chicago and work on stuff that's been on backburner. Later!
2:53 PM
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