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04/11/2003 entry: "Soon we'll be done"

Sorry I haven't written for a few days. You know how it is.

To be quite honest, if you're at all concerned about me, fucking call me or email me or something instead of being sneaky and reading my journal. It's not going to tell you everything anyhow, I decided on that a while ago.

Let's see, news.. well, I saw Spirited Away today with Michelle. I was surprised, I actually liked it. The scenes were beautifully drawn. I'm not an anime / japanese cartoon type of person, but the movie is interesting enough.

What else. OH, major thing. You know how I complain about my back hurting? Well, Tuesday I skipped classes to 1) go to the Wellness Center and 2) go home and see my family doctor. Result? A bottle of Naproxen, a sheet of back exercises and a lot less pain.

See, Monday night I hurt my back badly after trying to clean up a collision between some orange juice and my wireless keyboard. The keyboard didn't make it. This OJ was found guilty and sentenced to life in a pink garbage bag.

So, I hurt my back really bad and was in blinding pain and almost could NOT get up off my bed after lying down to try and calm the pain. I found myself wishing Kevin was here, because I was really freaked out about the whole thing. As we all know, wishing doesn't help whatsoever. So I suffered by myself. And the pain was less by the time I woke up, but I was tired of going through this shit so I did the all day nurse/doctor visits thing.

Oh, and my doctor nearly killed me when she was testing the movement of my legs and how it affected my back pain. I can't explain it here, it's a very visual thing. I can't even explain it well on the phone.

I also received my Babes In Toyland CD, my My Ruin CD, and my White Stripes CD. YAY! New White Stripes! I adore Seven Nation Army. The last song is pretty fun, too.

Anything else new? Um, not really. Planning classes for next year. MY LAST YEAR. Damn right.

Uh, oh yeah. And I need to sleep. It's late. Tomorrow's Friday. I'm looking for ways to distract myself this weekend. One of them involving going home Saturday. I'm a worrier and a fool, and someday I'll cross rivers for you.

GRETEL SAID, "I KNOW WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD"
I VACUUMED OUT MY HEAD
I KNOW YOU'RE FEELING BAD YOU FUCKING BITCH
YOU CUNTHOLE BITCH

I just like saying, "you fucking bitch, you cunthole bitch". Wait, scratch that. Screaming it. It's fantastic. I love this riot grrl crap. I'm going to bed so visions of desire can dance in my head; I can wake up and groan and repress it again.