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



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1:42 p.m. + 2003-09-03 = brew.

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we went upon the gouveneers bus to the schell's brewery for the tour we won in bar trivia summer league. lots of free, good beer from the second oldest family-owned brewery in north america. then, back to bar trivia where we won three pitchers of schell's beer. needless to say, i was quite trolleyed by the end of the night. rii slept in my sister, kristin's bed so i had my bed to myself last night. and strangely enough, i tossed and turned and woke up every hour on the hour... so thirsty at 5.00am that i went downstairs and chugged a glass of milk (ew. but it's all we had.)

i've been to two of my three classes and already i'm discontent. the best i can do for a grade in british women writer's is a B, perhaps a B+, because we are not allowed to miss any classes and well... i stated pointblankly that i will not be in class on the 13th and 15th of october since i will be in berkeley, and well... having a much better time than i would do in class discussing "villette" by one of those obnoxious bront sisters. (charlotte, i do believe).

i'm going to price flights now in my free hour before i am whisked away to scandinavian pagan literature (in which i'll most likely need to feign interest since i've read nearly the entire reading list already on my own due to crazy-hunger for icelandic sagas and eddas in my elitist youth.) once riina leaves, i will divide my time between making fantasy reality and wowing british women writers professor with my pre-existing knowledge and understanding of julian of norwich (again, a product of my elitist youth's obsession with christian mysticism.)

huh... would you look at that... how fitting my star tribune horoscope is....

"Sometimes, a lovely illusion is just the thing needed to keep you inspired. Develop a fantasy that will motivate you when the chips are down. Cut a few cords that are keeping you emotionally tied up." cord #1: let go of home beer-brewing fantasy. cord #2: stop reading james thurber chronicles until after christmas. and we should all know my motivational illusion/fantasy... i tend to harp about it enough, i should daresay.

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