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Kelland has gained eight pounds. Kelland is sad about this. Garlic cheese bread is a tempting prospect, and besides, you can see her ribs when she stretches.

It's that time of year. Time to start over. Time to move aside the blinds and look out your bedroom window. Time to grow into something new, something better, something original. Time to slip out of your socks. Time to drink your soda warm and your coffee cold. Time to get out the dusty copy of Achtung Baby! by U2 and listen to it loudly while you prepare for the day... and then again when you're unwinding for bed. Time to walk around town with a pair of headphones and a pocket full of change. It's springtime, finally. And I'm glad in it.

Last Friday, a week ago, St. Patrick's Day, the 17th of March, seven days ago, 168 hours ago, 10,008 minutes ago, I went to see Nevin's new band, Kitsch?. (The question mark is intended as part of the band name.) Nevin's boss Tracy drove me there. Tracy is adorable and I love him. I had a good time, but for some reason, I was particularly emotional. I kept getting teary, and when Matthew Hoover got up to sing a Bob Dylan drinking song, I started crying and had to go to the bathroom. That's lame. I guess I just wasn't in good form. I'm a dope, dope, dope.

Speaking of dope, I finished Go Ask Alice earlier this week. As the foreword states, it will not leave you unmoved. For those that don't know, it is a real-life account of a sixteen-year-old girl's battle with drug addiction. The entire book is her diary. Here are some of my favorite parts:

"When I look around here at all the ass draggers, I really think that we are a bunch of gutless wonders. We get pissed off when someone tells us what to do, but we don't know what to do unless some fat bastard tells us. Let somebody else think for us and do for us and act for us. Let them build the roads and the cars and the houses, run the lights and the gas and the water and the sewers. We'll just sit here on our blistered tails with our minds exploding and our hands out."

"Then I talked to Alice, who I met just sitting stoned on the curb. She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home."

"I have lamented until I am dehydrated, but calling myself a wretched fool, a beggarly, worthless, miserable, paltry, mean, pitiful, unfortunate, woebegone, tormented, afflicted, shabby, disreputable, deplorable human being isn't going to help me either. I have two choices; I must either commit suicide or try to rectify my life by helping others."

And my favorite:

"I looked at the sky this morning and realized that summer is almost gone which makes me really sad because it doesn't seem as though it's been here at all. Oh, I don't want it to be over. I don't want to get old. I have this very silly fear, dear friend, that one day I will be old, without ever having really been young. I wonder if it could happen that quickly or if I've ruined my life already. Do you think life can get by you without your ever seeing it?"

Also, read "Flowers for Algernon." That is by far the best short story ever written.

After prom, my hair is going to be very short. Like Audio short. Maybe shorter. I don't care about being attractive to anyone anymore. Pretty much that's my deal.

I helped Nevin earlier this week with a photo shoot. A photo shoot for a pretty young thing named Rachel. Rachel, Tracy's niece. I did her make-up and advised her wardrobe and helped her pose and directed some of the shots and even took some of the pictures. I had a really good time. Here's a funny picture of Tracy: GO. Here's a funny picture of me in a pink caddy with Tracy: GO.

Particularly bothered lately but getting better. Recovering.

I turned in two scholarship applications this week. Made my $200 housing deposit for Ohio University. Got my graduation party arrangements squared away. The future is knocking on the door. Can you hear him?

I celebrated my one-year anniversary with vegetarianism the other day. It's okay, I know that some of you forgot to send out cards... and our answering machine was sadly void of congratulatory messages. They always say the first year is the rockiest, and boy, we struggled, but we are real rocks! Good ol' vegetarianism and I wanted to go out of town to celebrate, but unfortunately our busy schedules didn't allow it. At the end of the night, I turned to veggie (that's what I call her when I'm feeling frisky) and told 'er that I loved her so. 'Til death do us part.

Like a bad-tempered prom queen at a homecoming dance. Out.