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So here are a couple quick pictures too.

There is a real entry below this.

You should read it, it is at least as good as pictures.

Well.

I have not updated this journal of mine in quite some time, so obviously much has happened.
I really don't know whether this will be the lone update amid a sea of laziness, or if I'll continue updating once I've made this first effort.
Nor do I care.

Well school has ended, and I have not yet made up my mind regarding how I feel about that.

I type so self consciously now.
Friends is on.
I guess time travels in circles.

I think part of the source of my newly acquired self conscious style of writing is my old blog entries.
I was actually impressed that they flowed fairly well and didn't sound too dumb, despite the fact that they were written sophomore year.
I'm trying to prove to myself I've progressed rather than regressed.

Next year is senior year.
Ok.

The girls on friends are waxing their legs.
Looking good shouldn't involve pain.

This fucking self consciousness is ruining this entry. I guess I just have to get back into the groove.
That's a nice little image.

It appears that I have been writing in couplets for the past couple lines.
They consist of an observation followed by a comment on that observation.

Ok.

I also find that I'm not as happy as I was in my older entries. Maybe I'm getting more cynical.

Nah.
I'm just tired.

I still love life. How could I not?

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This is kind of a nice font.
I started trying to read The Elements of Typographic Style, but exams got in the way. Now that school is done maybe I can dive back in.

Hey look, the ladies of friends are still waxing their legs.
Just give it up kids.

I think one friend cheated on another friend.
It's interesting that it is called cheating. As if the cheater is doing something to somehow unfairly gain an advantage over the cheatee.
Maybe it works.

I have to work out my arms now.
A Few Good Men this fall, y'know.

LANCE CORPORAL HOWARD DAWSON

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA:
I've got a band now.
We will be great.

I was going to write a line that rhymed with great, but then I almost clicked a link out of this window.
I decided to write about that instead.
Everyone on friends is all upset.
Calm down kids, it'll all be better soon.

Awwww.

My mom wants me to work thirty hours a week this summer.
Anyone know where I can get a job?
There's a screen printing shop up the street from me where I would like to apply.
I do have a little experience in the field.

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This is almost as long as an oldschool entry.
This is sort of cathartic. Even though I'm not actually purging myself of any blablabla

I forgot the phrase I wanted to use.

Oh.

It was major emotional trauma.

I can change the time and date at which this entry was posted.
But why?

Ok.
I
am
going
to
sleep

I'm not actually going to sleep, I am just discontinuing the writing of this entry.

I was going to finish this but then I got distracted and now I'm going to do something else.

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-I would love to live in New York
-I wouldn't, it's like one big advertisement.
-Yeah I know, isn't that great?
-I guess... If you're into ads
-What, are you an urban deconstructionist?

I hadn't thought about it in those terms, but yes.
Yes, I suppose that I am.