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I think I'm getting a new backpack. Not only can it not supply me with adequate storage but it cannot supply me with adequate masculinity, either.

I've realized my dream job. Working for C-SPAN as an announcer. Basically, I would chime in at the beginning of every program, with a deep, smooth voice and say something like "Now to a syposium of the ecological effects of Idaho grazing rights hosted by the Sierra Club in Washington D.C., it runs about two hours." I would also host those little call-in segments where crazy people phone in to talk about anything, whether it be on topic or off (my favorite callers are the ones from Alaska who generally always talk about the how the government has their hands in their pockets and how they don't want people Washington running their lives). The great part is, I would never actually be on camera, I would, instead, be more like the voice of God. You never see him, but he is always there and you can call him to gripe about stuff.

T-shirts I would wear in public...
*100% Latino
*Canadian babe
*Jesus was black
*Vote New Democrat
*Je soutiens le Québec independant (I support an independant Quebec)
*Vote Nixon
*Indymedia
*Malcolm X (I'd be shot within five minutes of purchase of this shirt)

*Little Miss Sunshine is coming! But it will only be playing the Bijou.

*I've decided to change my name to Sufjan Shakur. Not only does it sound cool, but when introducing myself, I'll be able to joke that "I'm not related to Tupac".

*Most embarassing moment of the day: my English teacher speaking before a class with the French exchange student and several Mexican nationals "America is still the greatest country in the world."

So I have my schedule, or had it. Seriously, I cannot find it. Never the less, I don't think I have anything with Meg (who read hers off to me in a voice mail). That sucks. But it could change as my psychiatrist has urged me to take journalism and I'm definately not taking both Physical Fitness and Physical Education. Also, I didn't see Academic Support, which I want. So my schedule is really more a work in progress.

Sorry that I have been so withdrawn over the past few days, or weeks, or...I can't really keep track. Never the less, I thought you should all read this about Daniel Radcliffe.

I've become really paranoid about my tan lines lately and have found my self putting my arms across my chest and wrapping my hands around the exposed bits of pale. I realized how withdrawn that made me look so now, after checking my surroundings to ensure that the coast is clear, I'll tug on my sleeves. Tomorrow, though, I intend to tan. I wanted to so Tuesday but it just didn't fit into my schedule. I figure it will take some time to even up the shades so I've drawn up a little calendar and pie chart showing the changing colors of my uberwhite upper arm. There should be support groups for bad tan lines.

Tucker Carlson, a conservative pundit publicly said of my Anderson “You're Either Ed Murrow Or You're Pat O'Brien From 'The Insider.' Pick One” That bitch better look out.

I've become paranoid that my parents think I'm a closet homosexual on the verge of igniting into a flamer. I think the fact that I've been watching cooking videos featuring Jacques Pepins has something to do with it. Not only does he have an adorably lush French accent, but the caramel cage and flowers out of almond paste where really cool.

*My mom drove me to the store and instructed me to go buy excedrin migrane and milk. I told her that the cashier would probably think I was going to go and concoct somesort of narcotic. Her reply, "I wish."

*An awesome Flicr blog post on worldwide pinhole photography day.