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had a nasty nightmare. don't remember much except that there were people trying to kill me and chocolate was somehow going to prevent that.

still not sure how to get Heavy Things down the stairs for storage. start at top of stairs and shove? o.O

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one of my best friends is going to be without the internet for the entire summer. i'm only going to be able to communicate with him via email once a week.

what is UP with that? how can people live like this? :(

tralala

i have to put my stuff in storage today. i've got, um...seven boxes, a footlocker, and this plastic box thingy, which i'm in the process of labeling. i don't like this, and i still don't know how i'm going to get the boxes down the stairs in... two or three hours. and this paper. damn, i have to write the paper. *fumefume*

also, it was supposed to rain ickily all week but the sun's come out today and it's actually hot. the only reason i'm not sweating is because i happened to have hung up one of my skirts instead of folding it in the skirt drawer, which means it escaped being packed with the rest. now i look like summer. in... just over a month, i think, my cousin's getting married and i'm going to be a bridesmaid. i remember with startling clarity planning, with aubry, our weddings when we were eight and nine and ten, in hot springs, arkansas over fourth of july weekend (and if i get married in december i'll wear a green velvet gown with white fur trim and my bridesmaids will weqar red velvet, but if i get married in january i'll wear white velvet...). i remember when i couldn't imagine being at college. it wasn't that long ago, in fact. i think some tea is in order, folks. hm hm hm hm hm.

!!!

i got letters for use in making me feel better about exams from my kk! and holls, it cost an exorbitant 60 cents to mail your package ;).

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holy FUCK: nine boxes, a footlocker and a map tube.

also, where is everyone, hm?

nature of livejournal

i have to introduce this thing with some explanation of livejournal, i think, in addition to my explanation of im, because i'm effectively studying a community connected to livejournal. so.

how would you describe livejournal?

i'm not gonna bend, i'm not gonna break

i don't dislike counting crows. they're sort of alright. but they're sort of, eh, overstylized. it's hard to explain. they're trying really hard to be what they are. and they think they're cool, i imagine--this was initially my problem with matchbox 20. yeah, they're catchy, but--.

someone tell me you know what i'm talking about.

in other news, spent about half an hour chasing around outside looking for the storage dudes. since they said they would be at my dorm and the one next door at a certain time today, i didn't worry about any more details. my dorm isn't that big--i figured i'd be able to find them.

but no. god alone knows where they were. i left a message, and if the little fuckers don't come tomorrow they can carry my fucking footlocker down the stairs themselves.

why, yes, i'm pissed.

and i haven't started writing up linguistics--am tabulating data still (*snore*).

i hate television.

if i'm never forced to watch friends again... it will be too soon.

anyone got a wet fish i could borrow?

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i hate addition. let's just clarify. four hours of finding the means of data is NOT my idea of a good time. i'm hallucinating numbers. i'm going to dream about them tonight. ARG.