Jul. 15th, 2002

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I dreamed about you, playing cards on the edge of the balcony. It was raining, and you kissed me, and it was perhaps the first dream in weeks not sizzle my nervous system before nine in the morning. Thanks, for what it's worth.

Must work on cleaning the apartment, since I've started telling everyone we're having a party this weekend. Must drive down to the testing center as well. It's quite grey outside. I'd really rather stay in the bath tub today instead. But I know if I don't leave the house before night falls, I'll just feel weird.

well I think that you're wild
when you smile that fragile smile
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Stress, stress. Arranging for the wire transfer of funds was agony, and I can only hope that it goes through quickly. Dropped off paperwork at UT early this morning, which was oddly depressing. I stopped in Borders on the way home, mindful of my promise not to set it on fire. Wandered around for almost an hour, because I didn't want to go home, didn't want to be anywhere. Picked up the new Our Lady Peace album, and a cd wallet. It's a little bulky, but alright. Almost bought a copy of A Bright Red Scream, because it's a damn good book. But what can it tell me that I don't already know? Now is probably not the best time to be reading that anyways. Going to make some lunch, attempt to take care of things that need doing, and perhaps leave the house again later.
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Spent a long evening in Metro. Alone, for a change. It's been some time since I had the place to myself, aside from the brat packs of children who lack the skills and poise for a good fake id. It made me think of that fall, not too long ago, when I was still painfully shy of everyone and would read Favazza downstairs on the couch nearest the window, with my sleeves down to my wrists. The sight of my exposed arms would cause me to shudder while reading, and in my mind I could see the blood running down them, while I read about the socio-historical context of mutilation rituals. Strange memories.

Tonight, someone said they were envious of my upcoming move across the ocean. It's been said before, and normally I shrug it off. Usually I want to say, "Don't say that, you have no idea what it means." For someone to be envious of me, for any reason, is not something I've ever been able to fathom. Perhaps the excitement is getting to my brain now, because I smiled and nodded. It is something.

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