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shiny objects

Monday, September 13, 2004


Summer came, and summer went, and all too soon my days were spent. I left for St. Louis one dismal August morning at the crack of dawn, leaving behind friends, family, and a fuck-load of history. My father and I drove all the way there in my family's conversion van, piled high with a welter of useless crap which would soon be crammed into a single dorm the size of a cloakroom.

But it is my own private cloakroom, and I love it very very much. If I had a roomate, I would probably go insane. That said, my cloakroom frequently and unceremoniously becomes the center of social action. I've had as many as 10 people in here at a time, and the more the merrier! How I adore being surrounded by my new friends at all hours!

And friends I have, in abundance. Washinton University is full of fine, bright, varied individuals, many of which i find extremely pleasant. All is well.

My classes please me sufficiently. A few even elate me. My schedual consists of psychology, writing, women's studies, and cinema in varied proportions.

More later, i tire.


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