the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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3:03 p.m. + 2003-05-10 = fri/sat and the smell of wet.

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so, yesterday:

my Sverige Idag course decides to meet in the arboretum to watch the "blessing" on the new ground (read: big ol' field o'dirt.) princess-emily, eric-of-little-concern and i are late as we had no idea where in the 36-acre arb this "blessing" event is. we are led there by dear-kirsten-from-illinois (she's a nice girl and one of my sister's freshmanyear korridormates). it is a crowd of old people. listening to the interimpresident, chaplin and some old man who speaks oddly talking about the arb. i'd never been so far out in the arb frut. how did these old people manage get this far out? can they even walk? are folding chairs a natural part of this section of the arb? these are things that plague my mind whilst we are praying. it is of little importance. how dare they do this to me my first day out of my death bed.

my other class was fine. proflisa shows genuine concern for my health post-lecture. she convinces me that one can get mono several times over and this is probably what i have. (I, ever-so the hypochondriac (sp?), believe.)

blah blah blah. yadda yadda yadda. and then it's diversity center 'prom'/awards banquet. tres fun. food was alright, but who cares!? i was wearing my brilliant suit and i got the dj (crackaddict as most dj's tend to be) to play my lil' kim song. only 'tex' shares my true enthusiasm... i wish i knew her better.

and now today... cd release party is tonight at the 309. demfest cut me from their roster today (which is good cos i was having what can only be described as "moral" issues with playing a politicized event... when i am much more socialist these days and really sick of middle-of-the-road canidates. winona laduke for president, i say. she's absolutely wonderful. but i'm no green.

p.s. weather has been wonderfully dreary and grey and rainy and slightly windy with a hint of yellow sun horizon peeking through light to dark clouds. i like the smell of wet southern minnesota. (and no, this is not 'a moment').

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