2003-05-18 6:28 p.m.

o golly, back from today: visited grandpa in the hospital where he related to me the linguistic history of reykjavik, iceland and norway and such. icelanders can understand norwegians, but not vice versa. it's sort of like how the french performance at EOS today was a million times better than the latin performance, even though ben tried to be a boyband boy (and was alarmingly convincing), and i got to be le jardinier (that's the gardener, foos) and covered my face in dirt and carried around a pitchfork. a high point to my high skool career. to my perpetual amusement, the dirt prompted sarah lynes to look at me with disgust and inquire upon my whereabouts. then ms silander asked her in front of her parents why she wasn't in class friday. karma? non, non. qui sait l'avenir...

et bon. i enjoyed my film opening very much, esp the watching people as they stared at the bright bluey glow of the tv screen. y'all cats, shoulda stayed late and slept over at my dad's (has this happened three weekends in a row, now, wit cam?) and drunk a lot of keystone lite and smoked from an apple.

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kazaaammm

frost warning tonight

i ate three donuts today and i wish i could starve myself like you do because well because then i would be beautiful

obviously

ciao

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