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I'm just sitting around, listening to music and burning candles, reading Norwegian Wood... I've read seventy or so pages in the last hour or two. It's a melancholy sort of book, but it makes me feel closer to a global reality, that people in Japan are quite similar to people I see every day, that only the trappings are really different.

Until a few minutes ago, my cat was curled up with me. I've been napping on and off, and I started to do my nails, cutting and filing them and using cuticle cream and lotion. Now that it's sunk in I am going to go wash my hands and start polishing my nails. I think I will go with the fast-drying "Sheer Honey" shade rather than the Dirty Girl stuff.

I have cramps. I should be starting tomorrow. I was drinking Earl Grey tea earlier, Twinings, but I just pulled my last can of GoGo out of cold storage, Passion, and am drinking that. I think it has the best taste of the four, a sort of light berry flavor. I also liked Bliss. Energy was so-so, reminiscent of Red Bull. I didn't care for Java.

I think I am just going to keep doing what I've been doing... using Napster while it's still around (it may be shut down tomorrow), reading, snacking and drinking pleasant beverages. Not a bad way to spend an evening.

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Reggie Kray died! I can't really say I'm bummed, but... it makes me feel a little nostalgically sad. "In my cell, well I loved you... and here's a list of who I slew... Reggie Kray, do you know my name? Oh, don't say you don't, please say you do, oh oh! I am the last of the famous... international playboys..." That's probably one of the most fun songs about violent crime ever. =/
(& I do believe that Morrissey might verge on being a bit of a sociopath anyways... but if I hadn't been one of those card-carrying We Love Moz people when I was around twenty, I would never have met J. and D. and the nice people I've met because of them and never would have had good times in their adopted city.)

I've just polished my nails, but I messed up and put on two coats, not noticing that the polish I was using was meant to be one-coat. Two coats left this unnaturally mirrorlike pale beige finish and I liked the effect of one better, so I just took all the polish off that hand and started over.

I'm still reading, but my music just ended... I suppose when my nails are just a little more dry I will go put in different cds.

now, that wasn't so bad, was it?

I just got home from school, where I actually had a good time. We watched a program in AH about Greece and art inspired by the Olympic Games, which actually managed to be pretty entertaining ("and if they were late, they were FLOGGED!" "anyone caught cheating was FLOGGED!" "Boxing was bare-handed and the main focus for blows was the head; gouging with the four fingers was encouraged, and kicking was not uncommon." I was like, "So basically, the original Olympics were like FIGHT CLUB." It really did sounds like the rules were set up to allow for maximum violence and carnage. I mean, if someone died in a boxing match, they automatically won the title! (albeit posthumously.) His name is Hiero of Syracuse. His name is Hiero of Syracuse. I can see it.

So I talked to my teachers and caught them up and they caught me up and agreed with my plan of attack for makeup work and it's all good and I can go to sleep whenever I want today.

My other big accomplishment is that I picked up my mom's boxes from the postoffice. she will be oh so happy.

When I got home I decided to live dangerously. I rode up and down and around the block on my bike without a helmet. It's an amazing day - overcast, but still warm and breezy - so the weather is great and there's no bright sunlight. Riding up and down the street, I got the crossbreeze with no wind resistance, and it seemed easy and pleasant. Now I am inside, sweat-drenched and drinking water out of my "LESS ANGER. MORE SMILE." glasses. :)

I am exploiting Napster as much as I can while it's still in operation, which may not be for much more than about 12 hours.