Happy Birthday, Melissa.

Happy Halloween.

Like I told Lindsay last week, we'll get by. We always do.

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So friends, we have a lot to discuss. Some themes I'm noticing. Bob's quote, "It's amazing how reality and experience fuck up your preconceived notions," is the quote of the day, month, season, whatever.

What else I'm noticing is that I appreciate the people that surround me. Lots of them have these definite paths they're traveling, they have goals and all that fun stuff. I respect that. But they have their stories, just like everyone else. Meanwhile I'm sitting here waiting for the next distraction. I think that's okay too. My friends are also big on the "no regrets" thing, you know the stuff they're always trying to tell you in movies and books but you feel you can't really measure up to. Then I look around and many people I know actually are trying to live that way! That's awesome. I said it...

I think I'm making a final decision never to be decisive. I think I shouldn't care about sex so much. I think I should chill out. That's funny because people think I'm very laid back.

What it all comes down to, my friends, is I haven't got it all figured out just yet. The summer of 2000, in spite of all the weirdness and bad times associated with it, was on balance (thanks Mr. Schwartz) the best thing to happen to me. I'm so confused at this point and nothing is definite and I'm really beginning to enjoy myself. There's something to think about.

And yet, who's breaking out the REM tonight? What a chach.


Birthdays And A Warning

Happy Birthday, Dani, Soniya, Gary!

You are never safe from randomness.


Shreds And Patches

Happy Birthday, Becky! Not that you have any clue about this website.

So the midterms are over. Yay. Now the controversy centers on what to be for Halloween and what to concentrate in. God, what am I going to be for Halloween!?! it's a joke, see.

So Matthew is revamping his website and is putting a link to mine on it. So if you're Matt's friend and you're reading this, hi. I only advise you to continue reading if you've got nothing to lose in terms of boredom. If you're my friend, don't worry, I'll have a link to that coochie snorcher's website soon enough.

Brooke and I think we should play the Penis Game in Accounting one day.

Fellow Parker Posey fans, go see Best In Show! It stars everyone from Waiting for Guffman. If you liked that movie, you'll like this one.

The Trent Patch shines like a ray of hope over the Penn campus...



I am the happiest I've been in a very long time, thanks to an old friend. I love you.


Vag 'Logs/Secret Garden

Saw The Vagina Monologues last night. It was really funny. I suggest you see it. They say cooter.

So in The Secret Garden I get to be a ghost. That's cool. I've never been dead before! I wonder what it would really be like to live in a house haunted by ghosts that sang all the time.





Quote of the Day:

This circus is falling down on its knees
The big top is crumbling down
It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I don't get no change
It's raining in Baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same
There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need a phone call Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train If I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I'm lonely for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I think it's time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat

--Counting Crows