| turn to page 50 in the last Star magazine. there are three pictures of lindsey lohan at a party. in the background, on the left side of the biggest photo is my friend jackson. i never believed him when he said he partied with celebrities, had been to the oscars, or that he will be in a tv show called "sons of hollywood," but i definitely believe him now. he asked if i wanted to visit him in los angeles some time. road trip to hollywood? he is a little out of touch with reality, but i guess it doesn't matter when you tell people you hooked up with paris hilton and everyone believes you.
he's the one with the goofy gray hat looking straight at the camera.
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| I went nine months with an annoying screen on my window before I realized that I could take it off. I feel freed and now I don't need keys when I leave my room. I can just climb in through the window!
It's finally warm out and I'm starting to get really restless. I cut all my hair off and can't start writing my last paper that's due tomorrow ("Comparing Bentham and Nietzsche"). Restlessness hasn't led me to many good times this year, so I think I should be careful with this shotgun in my trunk.
!Excelsior!
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| i'll be naked for the next few moments
*EDIT*
clothed.
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| I just got bitched out by the dean for not coming to work last Friday. It's okay though, I finally finished my poem last night, and am going home in two weeks.
Handit:
I'll try to ask the dean tomorrow if he can give me a statistical breakdown of the classes, but I should probably let him cool off first. When do you need it? What about economic, religious and other class divisions?
!Glyph reading tonight!
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| long conversation last night:
- to teach art is to make art -
yes? no?
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