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Got to keep on top of my life. The deal:

I'm now at Mint Manor for the week, until Sunday night. Earlier than usual because my poetry prof will be out tomorrow, and I have to miss Thursday's linguistics (exam) class to see the Kids in the Hall. And, of course, no school Fridays. So I came over tonight after class and I'm here for the week.

The week must include the following:
Tomorrow: do poetry homework. Make Hedwig tape. Get dressed at some point.
Thursday: Kids in the Hall in Wall-ing-ford!
Friday: Steve arrives! Take him and real-life Steph out for their birthdays to that Italian place whose name I can't spell on Bleecker. (Also present: mom, Erica, possibly Erica's boyfriend, heterosexual lifemate).
Saturday: Kids in the Hall in Philadelphia!
Sunday: Kids in the Hall at the Beacon!
Monday: Poetry class. Kids in the Hall at the Beacon, again!
Tuesday: Make-up linguistics midterm? Bye-bye Steve.

By this point, my parents will be gone on their five-week jaunt to Spain and Italy and wherever the hell else it is they're going. (I pretended to look at the itinerary but I was just skimming it looking for my name.)

So this is the excitement of my life. The whole time I will be wishing I was one of those sporty, artsy, healthy young girls with bouncy shampoo-commercial hair who play soccer and go to expensive art schools and are brimming with creativity and self-confidence. Like the grass isn't plenty green over here in overweight medicated groupieland!

Why didn't I play soccer as a child? My life would be so different today, I just know it.

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