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crunch-crunching // 2003-10-12

it's become so that i can hardly articulate my everyday thoughts, but i'm quite able to articulate just where the external occipital protuberance is, along with the vomer and all the other various parts of the skull. nearly all i've done all weekend is either study or plug away on this massive freelance assignment that, for some inexplicable reason, i agreed to do in way too short an amount of time in the midst of all this homework. my mind alternates recklessly between the lung meridian and barbie magic hair styler. today betsy and i palpated each other and drew all the points of the lung channel on our arms. we plan to present our arms to our teacher tomorrow in order to solicit some kind of feedback that would indicate that we have the slightest idea that we know what we're doing.

this weekend i saw the worst play ever with my mom. it opened with an hour long monologue by one of the most irritating characters i've ever seen. and that was only the first hour out of four. not to mention the guy behind me kept zipping and unzipping something throughout the first act. i can't blame him, really, it was so mind-numbingly boring. between him and the frantic, bag-rustling, crunch-crunching popcorn eaters when we saw intolerable cruelty on friday, i sure could have ripped someone's head off with weekend.

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