September 3, 2003

My fish are dying and so is a piece of me! I need to restart the tank. Strange. I got my car insurance, which didn't turn out to be three thousand (thank God), and so I am going to be scooting around with Dottie starting tomorrow. Yes, her name is Dottie. Finally, I can go to the bookstore! YAYYYYYY!

Cuz, shiet, I simply cannot walk.

Life is running with a sense of respite, the kind that comes when the only alternative to distress is such peace. I am already tired from school; hope I don't burn out. Arch 100B. CP 115 (kickass class in which I will not fall asleep). Arch 120 (boring as hell, if hell is extremely boring). I need to start taking care of my body, and start re-regimenting my patterns. Starting to listen to more Jacky Cheung, Coco, and yeah, Jay Chou, whose hair cut is quite slick I must say. Can't listen to Faye Wong. Oh yeah, also to chill, Sakamoto/Morelenbaum. Fo sheezy. I've this winning green Coke bottle cap from Roro, which I will cash in someday soon.

REMEMBER: KIROV BALLET OCT 7-12! GET TICKETS NOW!

What is even cooler? Art Spiegelman comes to speak at Zellerbach in February. SIGHHHH.

Now, time for nappy.

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