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I am in love with Jane Goodall. Not in a sexual way. I simply love her a lot and I wish we were friends. This movie was on HBO today and she spellbinded me.

Today I slept through my anthro class. Then I woke up and ate a lot of crackers. So what. I'm going to my art class in twenty minutes, so that ought to be good enough.

Yesterday at Mint Manor I decided I needed to carve a pumpkin. But I decided it pretty late in the day and ony one place was open, and I only had five dollars (of Gina's money) on me, and the icky pumpkins at Jim Dandy's were way over-priced. Then we (Erin and Stephanie and me) walked down the road to a florist that had pumpkins I could afford, but they weren't open. So we took the long route home and decided to nab a pumpkin off the porch of someone with a Republican sign in their lawn. We didn't find a Republican that wasn't home, but we found someone with no visible political affiliations and a slightly rotten pumpkin on their porch, so Erin went and grabbed it and left the five dollars in their flowerpot. It was more than the pumpkin was worth, anyway.

Then we took it home and carved it. I used the Classic Jack-O-Lantern Face my dad has been carving my whole life. We put it on the porch and the second Gina lit it, Stephanie went tumbling down the stairs and scraped up her knee and ankle badly. So I'm pretty sure that by lighting Jack, Gina awoke an evil spirit. With a lopsided grin.

I haven't been returning phone calls or emails or engaging in anything lately except self-destruction, so I hope my friends aren't too mad.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:31 PM | shower me with attention