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I finally admitted to one of my old professors yesterday that I have not yet convinced anyone to let me study with them. I had sent her an email a week or two congratulating her on her wedding but had been avoiding checking my Flagler mailbox ever since. It's still pretty embarassing that I continue to be such a fuck up.

We went to see Wet Hot American Summer at the Egyptian last night. I had only seen it once before--Pete and I rented it as a compromise after a fight--and Jeff hadn't ever seen it. I enjoyed it in a theatre, and I always love rowdy midnight movie crowds. There were some initial problems with the projection, and the girl behind me had the loudest laugh in the entire city, but I still had a good time. Next week is The Big Lebowski, and you know I'll be there for that.

I want to go to Thailand. And this is strange, because I've never particularly wanted to go there before. So I guess I'll add that to the to-do list.

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I spent the day with a headache, an all over sort of throbbing nuisance that made me a grump. Which isn't to say that I haven't been a huge pain in generally lately, but I turned up the volume a bit today.

My neighbors scamper around outside like hamsters...someone's always running somewhere. Since my door is right in front of the way to get to most of the apartments in the building, I hear them all running. And I always think that it's someone running up to my door, but it isn't.

I spent some time on the phone today, needlessly torturing people I haven't spoken to in months. ("Tobes, you love me, right?" "Sure." "No, I mean really. Am I loveable?" "Mouse, I'd have your babies if it was medically possible." "Oh, good.") And then my mother called me from some concert or another like she always does so I could hear what was happening, but it sounded like gibberish just like it always does.

And I broke a glass, but not in a cool smashing sort of way.