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Monday, January 06, 2003
Check it out~ We're finally on Mat's homepage!
http://boucicaut.org/mathilde/friends.htm
Excellent photography, Mathilde. Somewhat more flattering than the ones on Linda's wall. (Linda only catches me in candid shots that I don't remember posing for... My theory is that she drugs the food she gives me and I end up playing the fool. Yea, that must be it! Nefarious planning, Linders, but I'm onto you.)
Wearing a thick, furry sweater on a day like this was hideous. In the three weeks we've been gone, I forgot the golden rule of layers! Always wear layers! It's too warm and I'm getting cranky. I just want to go home and watch Joe Millionaire.
On a happier note, my acting professor is out of town and that means we got out of class early AND I get the Tuesday and Thursday sections off this week. It's pretty sweet. Maybe I'll squeeze in some movies in the morning, like I used to do in high school. I developed an allergy to classes my senior year, and so most Mondays found me in the mall down the street instead of first or second period... And again, during fifth and sixth period... It's not my fault my high school was in the mecca of West Hollywood, right? I'm practically required to check out the sights.
Man, how did I even get into college? Then again, my friend Marie was present in class for about 17 days total during our senior year. She's at Harvard now. Attendance and college acceptance have nothing to do with each other. It's about getting chummy with the guidance counselor so he can wipe out those messy unexcused absences. Especially when he drives a Mercedes Benz so you can borrow it during lunch.
One more hour and I'm going home... Ah.
3:15 PM
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