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i went to dallas tonight. i was there for 7 hours. it was good and bad. i met andrea and rico. we went to good records first and i bought an ides of space cd and took a bunch of postcards/stickers (peaches, the shins, constantines). then we went to get pizza and then went into casa loco and andrea decided he wanted to come to the party monster premier with us, so he closed up shop early. then we got there (in one piece, thankfully because i had 2 backseat drivers <3). then we cut the long line but got busted and didn't get in because the theater was full. so then me, natasha, andrea, and rico all hung out for a while, then we took rico home. then we decided to get some wine so we waited for a long time and someone got some for us. but by then it was already like 11 and i was expected to be home at 10. so we dropped rico off and the whole ride back i was dreading, nearly pissing my pants, nearly crying. i felt this apocalyptic weight in my chest and in my eyes and i felt like throwing up. i was just frightened to death. but then i came home and all was good. not a creature stirred except for my mom playing solitaire upstairs. my dad was sleeping. he was just a little frustrated. whatever. all is good, but i still feel dread. tomorrow i have my calculus homework from the entire 6-weeks due and i have a french test. it will be hell. but after tomorrow i will not worry because wednesday i get out of school for the museum field trip. today our entire senior class got to skip school to go to the movies. we saw "radio." i was so unexcited to see it, but i actually ended up liking it. i am such a sucker for anything cliche and potential-oscar-winners.
okay time to not study and die myself and just be fucking insanely dead. college applications for early decision is due on the first of november, and i haven't started. arrhhgghhh. i haaateeeeeeee.
my only consolation is listening to "let me watch" (mf doom as viktor vaughn and apani b fly emcee as nikki !!!) "he talked i listened, he listened i spoke. we walked arm and arm and split a cherry coke, spit religion and politics, sega and chess, roots and culture, hip hop, skunk and sess, i caught him sneaking peeks and my breasts while fronting name-dropping connects" godd, i love it.
i finished a 36 b+w (c-41) roll tonight!!
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