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ho hum hum ho

sleep work evil law midterm dinner rehearsal late night home football read write sleep?

i'm so sore, i don't konw why. maybe the weekend of 4 hours of sleep and then sitting awkwardly in the recording studio? oh, there was also the concert. God, that was something. I was remembering travis singing "steadier footing" during the last song, that ruled, as did everything else. also, it was cool during the plan's set to see ben gibbard on the side of the stage dancing and singing along.

i think i've given up on joyce. i've read like 100 pages in the portrait of the artist as a young man and it just isn't treating me like a gentleman. so instead i've started on thomas mann's magic mountain, which is just shy of 800 pages. teach suggested it for me, so what the hell, i'll give it a shot.

yeah, so i came home and freaking lost to syracuse because they're a bunch of gaywads and then all my roommates were gone and the roommettes were all missing or lame and i just went to my bed, threw on rachel's and started reading. and it got me tired and i'm thinking about going to bed soon.

man oh man. i've got nothing. i want it to be the weekend. i want to sing buddy holly at cafe and then go get fucking trashed at our party and wind up in tijuana wearing a prom dress and a top hat.