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Thursday, March 14th, 2002

There is music in my room, and I'm not sure where it's coming from. I thought it was coming from outside, that maybe someone had set up a radio on the lawn, but there's no one out there. Then I thought that it was coming from my neighbor's room, but the music is too country to be hers. She likes dance. Well, dance and the Indigo Girls. But this is more country than Indigo Girls. It sounds now like it's coming from my radiator. Maybe it's the room below mine? In any case, it's really fucking annoying me. I'm writing the introduction to my essay, due in an hour and a half, and I'm so very proud of myself. I am the goddess of essay writing. Let's just hope my thesis answers the question she asked. Oh, crap. It is coming from downstairs, and whoever it is down there just put in a Dave Matthews CD. Yuuuuck. Ooo! Oo! Printing now! Back later!

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