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Tuesday, January 20th, 2004
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10:04p - Crazy Insane, Or Insane Crazy?
Well, I'm finally back in New York. I can't say that I'm overly ecstatic about it - first, because I'm missing Jorge now more than ever, second, because it's effin' freezing up in here, and third, because I am completely and utterly sick of academia and all that accompanies the bloody institution. It's a good thing I decided to take a year off before going to law school, student loan payments six months after graduation be damned. It's a small price to pay for not having a complete mental breakdown at age 20, which would have certainly resulted from me going straight from undergrad to law. Instead of going insane all at once, what little is left of my sanity can slowly drift away through the course of several decades. Infinitely more preferrable, if you ask me.
Speaking of insanity, I have a stalker. The guard at the drugstore right under my apartment decided a few months ago that he has a huge crush on me. He follows me around the store, unable to take "No" or "I'm engaged" for an answer, insisting that "I know I want it" and that "I just have to trust him." He blocks my exit when I try to leave the aisle or blocks my path when I try to reach for something on the shelves. Not the best way to get a date, pal. At any rate, if he's following me around the store, I don't think he's doing much security guarding. So, I'm thinking, if my friends and I get really desperate, I can go in as bait and have the dude follow me around while  satyadasa and marginalia clandestinely pilfer the supplies we need from off the shelves.
current mood:  crazy
current music: "La Paga" - Juanes
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