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Spring Break '06, WOOOO!

Ok, I don't have time to do this justice, but I thought I'd update since I haven't in quite a while. Right now I'm at Beckster's house where her parents are completely doing us right. We've been having a blast. Went to the Dali museum, which was amazing. A Renaissance Fair which was hilarious. Disney which was brilliant and kind of oddly/sadly nostalgic (but a TON of fun). We went to Pleasure Island, the adult nightlife hotspot there and basically almost burned the place to the ground. At least we didn't go to Disney Prison which I think basically is the government's training ground for its torture policy. Just a bunch of disgruntled employees finding new ways to electroshock testicles. Yesterday we hung out. Today we went canoeing and almost got eaten by alligators and snakes. Tomorrow we don't know.

We also went to Round-Up which is a line dance bar. Let me just say that the hillbillies know how to have a good time. Rarely have I had that much fun at a bar. We may go again tomorrow. The best part about places like the Round-Up and Disney is that they lack any pressure to be cool. For Harvard kids this is great, because we basically get to be the inner nerds that we've been somewhat suppressing for a while. So yeah, not having to deal with any hipsters WHATSOEVER has been quite the relief. It's so much more fun to wear junk and push your tush to some really awful country pop. Because honestly, who the hell cares?

Postpartum

So I finished my thesis, and I have to say, I empathize with Brooke Shields. Tom Cruise can go to hell, postpartum depression is real, and I have the scars to prove it. Today was my first day thesis-free and I spent most of it sleeping. I even slept through a Sarah Vowell reading...sad. But I did catch the second one. She's fantastic. But anyway, I missed work, didn't do the homework I was supposed to, and now I'm just sad. Blue.

I don't have any more projects, so I feel kind of untethered. I guess now it'll be nice, though. I can focus more energy on the arts festival and finding a job. Still, I miss it. It's hard to explain. I think I'm going to go get a slurpee and watch a movie to cheer up.

Maybe I'll start writing a novel. It's been so long since I've done any creative writing, but I think it'll be good for me. Actually, Johnny Mac said that we should try to publish, so that could be a next step. Of course, it's really boring, so that would require me adapting it into a more readable style and determining which choice bits to pick out and honing and editing.

Ok, I'm gonna go seek out some comfort foods. Out.