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non-permanence

Monday, October 17, 2005

I'm reading my dear cousin's blog "Graveyard of Airships". Quite interesting. Witty, funny... his entries are deliciously delectable. You ride through his anxieties and laugh because he thinks failing English is the end of the world and his main priority as of the moment is to get an A in Economics.

He complains of his parents living in a different era. His wannabe-rockstar brother delirously strumming guitar strings to wake up the dead. His blog is a glass full of cynicism I could drop the tiniest particle known to man and make it overflow.

It is everyday life transfered into paper. His life. Thoughts, dreams and frustrations, frustrations frustrations. Finding himself, asking questions about life. What am I doing in college? Why are my parents up my ass? Why can't the teacher just get it??

I have no frustrations to fire. Nor is my day as eventful worthy blabbing about. But I will blab for the sake of mentioning it. I wake up. I go for Yogalates, I do cardio for 30 minutes, abs and triceps. I take a lengthy shower, listening to a bunch of girls talk about a guy they knew about in the radio. I spent about 5 minutes in the sauna, got dressed and went back to the apartment.

Buzzed. It's the mailman. My Miss Saigon cd is here. I spend the next hour listening to it. God, I love this play.I spend the next hour in a yogalates position listening to Kim and John and Chris with my eyes closed. Wars have come and gone and as soon as Kim killed herself and the music swells I know I'm done with it for the day.

Nothing is ever on basic cable, except maybe Thursday and Sunday nights. So I surf to no avail and end up watching the Disney Channel. I brush my teeth, got my jacket and took the train at 5 for my 6 o clock Sales class.

Venti Caramel Apple Cider please.

The class was funny. Sales class is always entertaining. I feel bad I didn't read the last chapter. I should do my part for the learning process. Is this me writing? I cannot believe it. I really am a dork. Wearin' my hotness high heel boots boots. The cold is seeping through my layers.

Someone turned the AC at the T. I stare at a girl with white headphones. God, I need an Ipod. How much do I have left in my account? Need to pay my friggin credit card bill. Oh wow.

I want to suddenly rush things. Give me a real job please.

I'm getting up tomorrow for the GYM.

I am lost yet I'm not. Self searching's making me sleepy.

GOODNIGHT

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