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� need weeeeed oct 30 2004 - 11.54 ama few prof. h-related items to take care of first: turns out that this is prof. h's stuff? i explain that some dude did it, not me. will i be punished? he says "let's get away from all of this and go to paris." * went to a fab lecture last night with a very popular queer/cultural theorist. it was full of u of t's academic queers, and there were no seats left. i took up my usual spot in this lecture space. prof. h sauntered in quite soon before the lecture was to start, and wandered around the room looking for a spot. he was walking straight towards me but did not make eye contact. silly man, i would have totally given him my seat and sat on the floor. in front of his legs. leaning up against his shins. he stood against a wall at the front and i shot him a few stares...stealthily. he left right after the lecture was done. and i lamented this, since i put on eye make-up and there was a reception with booze afterwards. instead i chugged one glass of red and babbled to my "sound of history" prof, who was wearing leather pants and a vinyl jacket. i believe i will have to infiltrate his office space and confront him...casually. i have a halloween party to attend tonight. my costume will involve a packet of bologna. i hope to repel romantic advances. s. is also going, and she wants me to come over and pack more of my stuff and GET-IT-OUT. of course. while it's true that i want my stuff, too, there is nowhere to really put it in this godforsaken apartment. i am living like a transient hobo, and this place looks like an abandoned bus shelter, so it fits. i called her this morning to propose brunch before i go over; we haven't seen each other in a very long time so i would prefer the experience to not be jarring. she went out last night to club night that i was considering attending. instead i stayed home and fell asleep to streaming tv south park on my laptop. i'm trying to read for school. trying, trying, trying. i think i need weed. no, i know i need weed. i think it will help me concentrate, believe it or not. i mean, if i can't move, i can't be so distracted, and i'll HAVE to sit and read. and we all know that time slows down while stoned, so that would certainly help. this month deserves some weed. last time***next time |