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Here are some updates.

1. School has started for the fall. I enjoy learning about sonnets, the Pueblo Revolt, the "Warm / cold" experiment, and how to tell someone in Spanish that their shirt doesn't match their pants. I do not enjoy three hour classes, having to listen to that one stupid dude in history who ALWAYS has a comment to make on everything the teacher says but somehow never manages to say anything relevant, or having to haul ass up ten flights of stairs because of those d-bags on the escalators who don't move and stand side by side so no-one can get past them. I have to meet with a counselor person soon because apparently the time has come to apply for Real School. Ugh. This means I have to join the Smart People's Club and do the Give Me Money form. I've been putting those things off for...well, about a year and half now.

2. It has dawned on me that perhaps I wouldn't look so hideous, feel so crabby, be so achey, and cry so easily if I wasn't pushing myself to absolute breaking point on such a regular basis. I could go on indefinitely like I have been, but if it means ending up a neurotic, sobbing sea-hag, then why would I want to? As they say, just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. The only tricky part is figuring out how the hell to a) relax more, and b) work less. Maybe I should convince a doctor I'm in chronic pain, get a bunch of Vicodin, take a little of it, and sell the rest. Best plan ever.

3. I'm still occasionally seeing Bruiser. We had a little adventure involving the lake at 3am, Jay-Z karaoke, contraband substances, and a very nice girl who we'll call Snowflake. I would like to repeat this escapade, preferably soon.

4. I have continued to hang out with the young man who has so Generously Served This Great Nation etc. Let's call him Ten Hut. He is comfortably unexciting, laughs at most of my jokes, and might be fun to take random road trips with. He also has freckles on his shoulders that I find inexplicably charming.

5. I saw W54 again. I don't think I've talked about her before. I went on a date with her awhile ago, and I see her every time I do anything with the derby people. She is hot and tough and knows how to sew weave tracks and I am in awe of her. I have no game with girls. I think it's because with the gentlemen, for the most part, I really don't give a rat's ass if they end up with their precious little feelings hurt. Sorry, boys. Consider it residual revenge for all those centuries of oppression at the hands of the patriarchy. With girls, it's kinda different. I wouldn't want to be mean, intentionally or otherwise, to W54. Partly because of the strong sense of empathy I have with her, but also because I know exactly how long she could hold a grudge and how easily she could psychologically destroy me if she wanted to.