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we last spoke i: became a chi omega, took a horrible english class,
worked approximately 240 hours at the cavalier daily, slept very
little, realized how much the wesley foundation meant to me, met a gold
medalist, became great friends with some of the best people at uva,
came home double the amount i did last semester because shawsville (and
the shawsvillians) is just that awesome, missed ireland a lot, saw
ELANA over spring break, didn't fail any of my exams, drank lots of tea
in kent 102, missed my high school friends, missed my uva friends,
missed my gov school friends, realized i miss people a lot, decided to become officially Catholic, decided against becoming officially Catholic, saw all the king's men and didn't like it nearly as much as the book, read gone with the wind for
the umpteenth time (in the middle of a snowstorm), met a gold medalist,
thought a lot about poverty and class and what they really mean,
attended three final rolls, failed to get tickets to the dave matthews
band concert, went to foxfields, moved out of balz (finally),
went back to c-ville for two days to cover my fourth trial for the cav
daily and today, i slept until 11am.
how 'bout you, mr. mann?
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| so, i just made the best playlist ever. it's alternating songs from pulp's different class and oasis's what's the story (moring glory)? that's right. it's fantastic.
she's electric.
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| tomorrow is actually going to suck a little bit. i have to:
1. do my english assignment (thank goodness for extensions)
2. take my french oral final.
3. finish paradise lost (number 1 is sort of contingent upon this).
4. work at the cav
5. finish my shakespeare paper
6. do my last madison house while simultaneously being at the ireland info session
7. get over this weird virus that has taken over my life.
luckily, i have nice lunch plans.
just typing this makes me tired. that means bed and robert penn warren.
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| sometimes i feel like
the only things i'm really good at are listening to other people's music
and reading other people's books and quoting them in context. even the
type of music i play, i didn't write it. it was a collaborative effort ages ago. it's frustrating to feel like i don't have a
creative bone in my body.
strep throat makes me sad.
the great blair thanksgiving adventure '05 begins in twenty four hours with a kickin' road trip with daddy!
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| so even though i was, for various reasons, dreading leaving the dear old uva, home has been so
fantastic. today was matthew's birthday party and my cousins who moved
to atlanta right before i went off to school were in town so they got
to come. after the party was over (and may i please say that my little
brother is a mack daddy as some of the cutest girls in his year were
here), hillary and i went visiting. we went to see my art teacher and
she has recently adopted a baby from china and she is walking and
giggling all over the place (the baby not the art teacher). hill and i then rented bridget jones' diary
(strunk and white forgive me) which was sooo fun and colin firth was in
it. she had to go home (boooo school nights) so now i'm just chilling
with some f. scott fitzgerald and im'ing raeanne.
tomorrow i'm going to see va and then i'm taking matt to see harry potter for his birthday. i will also be able to listen to the white album and simon and garfunkel's greatest hits
as many times as i like until tuesday afternoon when we leave for
suffolk. i think i'm going straight from there to c-ville, though i'd
prefer to have another night in shawsville and get to see bradley and
possibly kat, so we'll see.
ahhhh, home sweet home.
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