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i'm talking to my brother who is in texas going to college. i am worried about him because he smokes and takes 8 tylenol PM every night to sleep, then stays up all night. when he comes home for a few days he always brings a friend and his laundry, then he never stays home-just goes out to party with his good-for-nothing drunk friends. i don't know why it bothers me tonight, but i'm just tired of him being such a little shit.

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i say we will get ourselves a pseudo-bungalow
made of baby flesh and velcro
somewhere between st. louis and fresno
where the dogs don't piss on the trees that grow
in our yard, where i will plant daises that you will mow
and i will scream that you may think me callow,
but you know god never was my hero.
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dustin came up from texas with my brother. he's the newest addition to the household (along with chico and vegas, my new beta fish). he was coming to meet some girl with no neck named stephanie. i work every day, so i don't have much time to write in this thing. i am about to go work with shirley (my guitar) on This Boy. progress comes so slowly i would almost rather watch corn grow. i have started reading all of the books worth reading on my shelf. i just finished a book jimmi sent me, The Rum Diary. i enjoyed it thoroughly. it has been added to my list of bathtub favorites, along with Pia Pera's "Lo's Diary", and many more. i just started ken kesey's "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." who knows what i'll read next.
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got some of the pictures i took with my new camera back and i will put them on here as soon as possible. they aren't as good as i thought they might be because i don't really know how to use the camera that well. i do know that the thing catches every imperfection one could possibly have, which may not be a bad thing.

i have some terrible news that i am having to just kind of take lying down: i am not able to get off work to go to Denton the 22nd for my Cecchetti ballet exam. it's almost as bad as the world ending, but there isn't a damn thing i can do about it, and i don't really have the money to go. to make up for it, i am going to buy a victrola gramophone, phonograph, whatever. i'd like to get my hands on some really swanky old victor records too. mrs. sherman is putting on a recital for all of her guitar students and wants me to play "this boy" in it. i need to get from a D to a Bm (b minor) more smoothly and i need to get over my stage fright when it comes to musical instruments. playing a guitar takes a helluva lot more balls than manipulating your body to music while people just kind of sit there and watch. keith just IMed me. i wonder why the hell he is just now getting into this.

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wandered around the abandoned areas of purcell taking pictures and found the perfect place to write, sit, and do many other things. will wrote me a letter talking about him being in a piano bar and helping a pianist improvise some piece. now i can't find the letter and i'm getting pissed.

work blows

i can think of ten things i'd rather do than go to work today:

1-finish the third chapter of the new novella i am working on
2-take a very long bath in which i do nothing but read Pia Pera
3-Have my mom's biscuits and hashbrowns for breakfast
(then help my mom clean house)
4-Do ballet barre in the kitchen
5-Take another bath at about 4:00 PM
6-Watch "Illuminata" while drawing the Turtle and Hare Comic (the new one I'm working on)
7-Call Katy and say, "Hey bitch, we should skip school and hang out tomorrow"
8-Go to the feed mill and down by my dance studio to take pictures
9-Play guitar with my windows open
10-Go to mazzio's and get pizza for dinner

It seems odd that at least two out of ten things I do involve food (if not more than two).

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since jimmi quit writing (for whatever reason), i had to dig a few old graves up for someone to write to. i am an obsessive letter writer, as many may already know. i love sending mail, i love getting mail-not e-mail, but actual letters with tangible handwriting, not the coldness of impersonal typed words. i wrote another book review for the school newspaper (my assigned section is called "editorials") on Gelsey Kirkland's "Dancing on My Grave." the last one i wrote was on "She's Come Undone," by Wally Lamb. i should really read more. the poetry portfolio is slowly coming together. i've got both cinquains, haikus, and sonnets done. now i have to do a monologue, two 150 word descriptive paragraphs, and i think one character poem...there is another one, but i forgot it. i also finished my essay on john steinbeck, so i am a little happy about that. today might prove to be a decent day.

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i am starting two new stories. one is a lolita-ish thing, except not so corrupt and fiery, and the other is a parody of well, anything really, and it's three main characters have names from the bible. i am going to go buy the stuff for my poetry portfolio in creative writing tonight, i think. oh yeah, I GOT THE NIKON CAMERA!!!
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