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April 01, 2001

Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare, the time it takes to get from here to there. My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free; I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely. I am so much better than I used to be. Terrified of telephones and shopping mall, and knives, and drowning in the pools of over lives. Rely a bit to heavily on alcohol and irony. Get clobbered on by courtesy, in love with love, and lousy poetry. And I'm leaning on a broken fence between Past and Present tense. And I'm losing all these stupid games that I swore I'd never play. And it almost feels okay. Circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty. Armed with every previous failure, and amateur cartography, I breathe in deep before I spread these maps out on my bedroom floor. Leaving. Wave goodbye. Losing, but I'll try, with the last ways left, to remember. Sing my imperfect offering.

Sorry to put you through the evil that is my god awful april fool's day joke, but I figured I'd do something.

I've taken a couple midterms in the last week and I got As on both of them, but since good things happening all the time is what we like to call "bad reporting" I'll move on.

Yesterday, I'm sitting here at around 2:45am and I hear "oh god no!" and a huge splash of water from the hallway and then people running off. So, I went to investigate. I look outside my door and I see no one, I walk down part of the hall and I still don't see anyone, til I get to the big firedoor that kinda closes off our wing of the building, the 4 apartments over on our side, when the two daves come lunging around the corner each with a hge bowl of water, so I slam the firedoor shut and one of them threw the water into the door, and as I was holding the door, Minnesota comes up behind me and dumps a bucket of water on my head. I step back from the door and someone opened it right into my foot, making this extremely painful inch long gash between my big and index toes on my right foot. So I grab my foot and fall on the floor, and the other dave, oblivious to said writhing in pain, dumps another huge bowl of water over me, and So now I'm bleeding everywhere and completely soaking wet. I'm like, "stop the hate!" and finally someone helped me up so I could bandage up my foot (which seems to be healing very well, I should be fine by tomorrow morning) Unfortunately, our little escapades failed to go unnoticed by the building attendants, who were looking for someone to point a finger at. We bascially just got as many large fans (and the RD brought two big industrial ones) as we could to dry everything out, and it has bascially worked, aside from the faint smell of mildew, I'd say it's cleaned up nicely, and it doesn't look like anyone is going to be having any fines or anything like that.

Now only about a month and a half of school left, and it doesn't look like that time is going to be all that bad, as my teachers are really great this semester. On that note, my ECE teacher was changed about a week ago to a new guy, who is infinately better than the last teacher who was teaching. And I even took the time to e-mail my new teacher and let him know that the class no longer instills in my the desire to kill now that he is teaching. I take it his silence means he understands :D

I would like to assure you all that I too, had to look at the evil colors while updating this site today, so you can all grin and bare it :P

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