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Today wasn't a good day. I guess starting your day at one is really too early and letting chai tea latte do your stomach a favor till eight only seemed to allow the jittery-ness erupt from within. I spent the last hour in class squirming and banging my chair against the wall much to J.P's dismay. And she kept droning on about irrelevant typography and the placement of text in indesign with the thousand tools and ways you could achieve it. I am glad we managed to submit the urbanforestproject designs in class today because it took up half of the class trying to meet the ridikulouz requirements of the organization.

The house is strangely loud again and it feels a little odd having to retreat back into a corner. It has changed because things are new and strange, in a very neutral way. Perhaps something at the back of the frontal lobe needs a little adjustment change instead of constantly muttering that i dont' care or want to.

It looked like my overalls won't be shipped by Thursday (should we leave for L.A.) Everything hasn't been planned and though I would like to say, as usual, I can't because this is who we really are.

In other news, I have a definite liking to (mostly) all things eighties. Multicolored band visors and eye-popping gay dance moves. The credit card sponsored by Daddy came today and I must suppress the urge to spend like a wild hog at shotwell/diesel/haight/union/chestnut. My life is a blur.

It is true that Peggy Moffitt had one of the ultimate hairstyles of all time, which makes me not want to grow it long anymore.

I also got my book up and running. It looks lovely, I will scan them in one day.