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



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2:06 p.m. + 2003-08-30 = i inadvertantly dropped something.

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the incoming freshpersons are moving in today. i've been on campus for about 5 minutes and have already been asked several inane questions either by eerily eager frosh or worrywart parents that desperate cling to their offspring during these last few hours of said-offspring being under their watchful eye.

four years ago today, i was moving into Wahlstrom. It was ungodly hot and it was the first time i'd been out of bed for more than 5 hours since acquiring mono in early july 1999. later that night, i called my stalker, evil ex because i was unhappy with my korridormates. the next day, natalie's letter arrived in post and i aged 20 years.

three years ago tomorrow, i was moving into Wahlstrom with andy, greg, aaron dickson and 2 unknown korridormates. we knew it was going to be a good year.

two years ago today, i was eating lunch and dinner at two of the student nations in uppsala wondering if i'd ever make friends with students that weren't from gustavus and/or västmansland-dalarna nation. it was probably raining as well, but i don't recall.

today, i nearly slice of my thumb whilst hulling strawberries for muffins. it sets me back half an hour on account of gushing blood. i made ginger-raspberry scones, lemon poppyseed muffins and pecan-maple scones. all originals. i'm revered as baking-god. the hotbar worker (her name escapes me) asks me of my plans and makes small chitchat. i say, "california for school." she says, "good for you, i used to live in san fransisco, you'd love it" (like she knows me well enough to say what i would love). "why the bay area?" she asks. without thinking, i reply, "well, there's good schools and to boot, my boyfriend lives there."

"is this a different boyfriend from the wallet guy?" she asks referring to a date i hate a few weeks ago with gene, but have forgotten to write about wallet incident on here.

"yeah, wallet-guy is not my boyfriend." and then blah, blah, blah... i somehow end up saying "boyfriend" in reference to brian again... i've dropped the "halfa" and the "imaginary" prefixes at work apparently. it's much easier than explaining the ins and outs of wickedly twisted, [currently] mock-affair.

okej, so perhaps it is a lie, but it's a beautiful, hopeful lie and that makes for the sweetest truth in my life.

p.s. i worked 10 hours and i still had half of my baking list for the day to do. i am irate over tony's lack of saturday morning planning. if i get the chance, i will kick him in the balls with my velcro prada sport shoes.

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