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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.


























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
 
Oh goodness, what a night. I told Josh to come up and say hi, which was awesome 'cause, you know, I haven't seen him in three and a half weeks. Then Pat, one of my hallmates, stumbled in drunk as hell. All my hallmates thought it would be fun to get drunk tonight 'cause it's their first night back. Each to his own, I guess. But apparently, Josh and Pat really don't get along. The three of us were trying to calm him down for about an hour, and I was getting kind of worried, but Pat doesn't really know Josh and I guess he wanted him to back off.

So to get refuge, Pat started goin' on Mona's and my computers and talking to our friends, including Mike. And I don't think Mike was happy. So I called to apologize, but he kept on grabbing the phone and I think Mike could hear Josh smackin' Pat around in the background (sorry about that, Mikey darlin'). It's all okay, though, 'cause Mike talked to Josh and asked him if he was a leprochaun. And I laughed so hard I thought I might die. His coolness rating was raised. It's okay.

Oh Rochester....another semester of this drunken crap. I'll be okay, I'll be okay...
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