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Monday January 07, 02
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05:31 PM - I'm going to use this journal more often...
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Okay, first of all, I'll talk about what happened since my last entry. About a month later, I stopped showing up for work. Jeremy and I aren't together anymore. I started doing the tech stuff for the SCITS festival. In early November, I did the lighting design (and boring enough, board operation... one day soon I'll have someone doing that for me) for "Arsenic and Old Lace", which was fun. I don't remember all what has happened since August... I guess I have been thinking a lot and being totally lazy while I still can. I directed a one act version of "Importance of Being Earnest"!!!* Isn't that fabulous? I love Wilde. That is one thing I really wanted to do.
My family in Florida came up here for winter break. Kevin, Scott, Joy, her friend Omi, and Omi's cousin and I got together at Kevin's house... that was an... interesting night. (That wasn't the highlight of my break, but we won't go there... eh heh heh). New Year's Eve wasn't too bad! I got drunk off my ass, so it made me forget whatever.
Just another 5 months until I move back. I'm so happy. My aunt talked to me online the other day and basically told me that she will help me out a lot. ...I'm going to need it. And uh, therapy.
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Saturday August 18, 01
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04:19 PM - Georgia sucks.
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Just got back from Atlanta around 3 hours ago. I was looking for this opera house where Wilde (my favourite author of all time) lectured in 1892. I'm not even going to begin to explain the details. In the end, I couldn't find the damn thing and it was probably knocked down for a K-Mart to be built there.
America is so wonderful.
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Wednesday August 08, 01
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04:41 PM - 8/8!
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Its that time o' year once again. My birthday. Yay.
I was woken up by that stupid little tune that gets sung to you on your 6th birthday by your family. You know. "Crappy birthday". So it blares out of my keyboard downstairs, directly below me up through the air vent. I reach for my remote and BLARE whatever is in there. My recently burned-all-by-myself "Best of Moz" cd for Scott.
I get dragged out to lunch at a chain restuarant that won't be mentioned here. Actually, it will. Hops, ok? Jesus.
So anyway, I get my usual salad and baked potato, and they of course, fuck up the order. I specifically ask for no bacon crap on my stuff. No meat for Nicole. And what is all of my food covered in? You betcha.
I get to work and surprisingly, there is a ton of balloons sitting on my desk. I didn't expect that. I guess they have a little pathos for me because they know I wont be there this time next year. Back to Florida. Hell, or for that matter, another six months.
Jeremy calls me at work, much to my surprise.
Cute little bastard. I felt like I waited for an eternity for the call. People would call, and I'd jump everytime the phone rang.
"Ive come to wish you an unhappy birthday..."
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