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2004-03-08 - 8:23 p.m. i'm doing okay for right now, and i guess it's important to document. freshly scrubbed, freshly pink hair, no longer turning into a mullet. i just wrote a paper and i have lots of copies of my zine that only need a few minor adjustments and people actually want to buy them! so that's egg-citing (even though it isn't easter). i dunno, this weekend was a respite from sadness and/or bullshit, which hasn't happened once in 2004. it was very very nice. and even if this week turns to suck just to make this entry invalid, at least i'll have this weekend. it's in the past now, untainted and full. i can't wait until i can move back to nyc. i think about it every day. most of my high school friends are graduating from college either this year or next year. and it's weird to think they'll be somewhere that isn't long island. steve wants to go to san diego, kastoory wants to go to london and i have no idea what anyone else is doing. paragraph, paragraph. i learned last week that the entire dorm i live in is made of asbestos. all the dorms are made of asbestos; that's why the one with the burning couch didn't turn to ash. it saved lives in the immediate, but who knows. i'm scared. i hate dorm life. i wonder if people can hear me banging away on the typewriter and wonder if i'm an export from 1958. most of the people i live with are a mere three years younger than i, yet they don't own tapes & have never read "sassy" or listened to kriss kross as youths. what the hell? i feel so old.
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