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well, the problem of living a healthy clean life is that it's hard to break it for a paper. or 2. So um, the papers didn't happen. Instead I went to sleep at normal hours. Yeah, go me.

And I realized that I need to do my study abroad app. Go me again.

Maybe what I need to do is temporarily hate all my friends and therefore have a good reason to sit by myself and get work done, but I'm not good at the hating thing, and I'd just end up sulking. Whatever. Things with get done. At least I'm more at peace with my school work because my attitude towards it is different now.

Joanne is having trouble with crushings.

Tomorrow's dinner will be at about 5:30.

Tupperware will be Wednesday.

I desperately need $50 to pay Kim. Joanne owes me $36 for books and $15 for flowers and strawberries, but I can't make her understand that she just can't pay me back in food. Ah well. Maybe I'll embezzle some Calligraphy money.

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well, the faculty roundtable was mildly interesting. Our prof has been here since 1967, so it was quite cool hearing him talk about the 60's. Apparently, when this place started getting ghetto'ed, the UChicago people panicked and tried to buy Stanford.

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wow.

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So, on the eve of another paper, I reach over for rubber cement ball.... AND IT'S GONE!!! Sudden feeling of loss for something that I've ignored for weeks.