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another day another very tired brian.

test went eh. work went yay. picked up the violent femmes reissue and again shocked myself with how i know each and every note and subtlety from that album, it's craziness. after work, and by after work i mean 8 at night, i went to cambridge and met katie and adam for dinner at rock bottom which was nice even if adam conned me into getting both the most expensive and the smallest item on the menu.

also, this may be sexist of me, but whatever. spanish is the perfect class. my reason for this is simple. in spanish class, class participation is key. and it's the sort of participation that requires you put yourself out and try stuff and generally mess up. unlike english classes or business classes or blah blah blah where a question is posed, a hand is raised, and some canned answer is given. in spanish, you're called on, put on the spot, and just say "fuck it" and open your mouth and struggle through until you are prodded into the right answer. why am i bringing this up? because there's nothing cuter than a girl struggling for the right answer. it kills me. hit you over the head cute. first there's that look of fear, and then they say something and it's "no, wait, no" and a smile of frustration and then they are put in the right direction and their eyes light up and they say the right thing and they smile and it's just a beautiful thing. yay for spanish class.

uhoh, 11:05, late for bed.