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Another semester starts anew. I am in such a different frame of mind than I was at the beginning of last semester. I still feel apprehensive about some things, but there is a larger, kinder energy about me. It's nice. I have to go work at the Writing Center in an hour or so. I don't like having 4 hours free in the middle of the day, but I don't look forward to filling them in this way, so I'll just probably complain and do it anyway. But... This will be a good semester. Can you feel that energy? It's like everything that has been down for so long is coming back up again, after the WTC attacks and all that noise, and those who are receptive to it should take advantage. The sky is perfect today, gray and rolling, with just the hint of something bigger and better on the horizon. Rain is pattering on the windows as I write. I played with the band last night, again. I like Twisted Face, Kerri likes Pangea...we'll see. We sounded amazing at times, very

I feel that I am peaking, casting aside all of the garbage and mental filth that I had been stewing in - and emerging. I'm gonna be alright. How are you? The future is in my hands, eh Neil, with too many distractions for me to understand. I found "Broken Arrow" yesterday, the cd that always gets me energized and thinking of renewal. Went to see Amelie, a glorious French film, on Thursday - at Sarah's behest. Amazing! I am going to see it again. It cast a weird sort of spell, perhaps because it is so far removed from the Hollywood, blockbuster, claptrap formulaic banality. Watching it refreshed me, made me think that there is more out there, other than the endless run of teen-comedy clones. That being said, American Pie 2 comes out Tuesday. :) I've spent a little money this week, but I haven't been out to eat since Sunday. If you know anything about me, you know that this is quite an accomplishment. I am the man. Forgive the choppiness of this po

Here we go. I realized that I've posted but once in the last month and a half. SO much has happened, I don't know where to start. I guess that's good, as it means that my life is full. Right now I am at the high school, on my planning period, drinking an Aquafina and staring out over melancholy January skies. I feel great today. I've already written nearly three pages of a story, and I feel rested and creative. I haven't had a pop in 4 days, and my energy has gone crazy. Just ask Sarah about our phone conversation last night. Whoo... I found out Monday that my financial aid, aid that I had been counting on, has been cancelled forever. The financial aid office, in the true spirit of magnanimy, did offer to extend my payment deadline a whole two weeks. Yippee. I already have $1.26, so I only need $2,707.74 and I'm all squared away. The letter was pretty devastating, but...it really doesn't have to be. I've been meaning for some time to get

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