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I'm back in that place where I feel like not quite a worthwhile member of society. I knew this would happen after my job ended. I don't mind not having money, except on weekends, but my parents spare what they can so I don't have to be stuck in the house all the time. And all I buy on weekends are PATHfare and food so that Gina doesn't have to be burdened. If I couldn't afford it, I wouldn't go. Gina and I have a very good system worked out in this respect. We help each other when we can.

School is dull and the hours are long. Every night, two hours of "This is a port." "This is a CPU." "This is ROM." followed by two hours of "This is a genre." "This is a sprocket." "This is a second assistant director". Tonight we finished Stagecoach, which had a helluvan impressive chase scene near the end. I'm not a chase-scene gal, but it was really good, it was. The problem is, I am very soon going to have to be able to say things like the previous sentence in an interesting way, so I can be graded on a film review. I'm not really much for saying things in an interesting way. My caffeine-deprived brain is too tired for critical thought.

I had half a cupcake today. People shouldn't leave the following items around the house: 1. Crunchy Chinese soup noodles. 2. Crackers. 3. Cupcakes from Magnolia's. Well, what does it matter? I'm too tired to exercise so I'm not getting any skinnier anyway.

I emailed Brucio.com to ask if they were gonna post Kaylum's interview. Bruce's assistant emailed me back. That was, literally, the most interesting part of my week.

Oh but hey, me and sis are gonna have coffee (decaf) tomorrow night with that guy from Junior High tomorrow, and on Thursday the boy is coming so we can watch the last two Tripods. So who says I don't have a life.

Oh, right. Me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:35 PM | shower me with attention