mediokra

She had kept only a few -- mainly botanical and entomological -- pages of her diary, because on rereading it she had found its tone false and finical; he had destroyed his entirely because of its clumsy schoolboyish style combined with heedless, and false, cynicism.

--V. Nabokov, "Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle"

Ninety percent of the people I hang out with are fucking assholes, and my "Top 25 Most Played" on iTunes is fucking ridiculous.

Plus, a tree almost fell on me.

I was crossing the street with my friend Kelsey and as soon as we got to the other sidewalk, we heard a snap and a crash. A tree split down the middle (it looked like...
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YESSS. As of about an hour ago, I have the Internet and cable television in my new apartment. My life can get back to normal now.

I'm actually rather enjoying this bout of nothing-to-do-ness. No school for a bit, no job (although I should probably do something about that rather quickly). Just biking around Lake Calhoun, reading lots of Nabokov, attempting to get some time...
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Last night in the old apartment. I say good fucking riddance. There's a lot I have to do before 10 a.m., but right now I'd rather kick back with a DVD, try to dissuade Emmylou from sharpening her claws on the futon, and reflect on the fabulous night I had with Amanda in Dinkytown. What did we do? Well. Heh. Our evening consisted of meticulously...
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I\'m pretty sure not a single person will read this.
However, I am also pretty sure that\'s why I\'m writing it.

It suddenly got ungodly hot in Minneapolis; humid, sickly humid, with a chance of storms later. Ninety-one degrees. I\'m moving tomorrow; luckily, I have wonderful, wonderful friends to assist me. Hopefully one of them will be savvy enough to help me with the new...
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