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I am leaving New Hampshire in nine days. Here are some things I need to do:

eat seafood

go to the Red Arrow in Manchester

go to the Draft

go to the beach (miss u, ocean)

see Chris again

see Ted

hang out with my parents more

I kind of want to be Andre Agassi circa the early 90s for Halloween. I stole this idea from a podcast I listen to.


Chris, I want to come to your show tomorrow. Tell me what to do/where to go/can I stay at your house?

Beyonce's singles in order of quality:
Single Ladies, Ring the Alarm, Check On It, Get Me Bodied, Kitty Kat, Ego, Crazy in Love, Green Light, Suga Mama, Upgrade U, Irreplaceable (maybe only this low because it always gets stuck in my head whenever anyone says "to the left"), Halo, Sweet Dreams, Diva, Baby Boy, Naughty Girl, Freakum Dress, Me Myself and I, If I Were a Boy, Beautiful Liar

did I miss any?
also, duh, I can't sleep. Why else would I be doing this?

holy shit Klaus Kinski was fucked up:

He filled his apartment (adjacent to the one a young Werner Herzog lived in with his mother) with dead leaves, and never wore clothes

One time (same building), he locked himself in the shared bathroom for two days and broke everything inside it

Once took a running start at the door to the Herzog's apartment and knocked it off its hinges while the family was having dinner, foaming at the mouth and flailing, screaming KLAAAAAARA, YOUUU PIGGG!!! (demonstrated by Herzog in a hilarious high voice) because she didn't iron his shirt collars neatly.

One day a theater critic came for dinner, and he said he enjoyed Kinski's performance in a recent play, calling him excellent and extraordinary. Kinski threw two hot potatoes and some cutlery at his face and screamed "I WAS NOT EXCELLENT! I WAS NOT EXTRAORDINARY! I WAS MONUMENTAL! I WAS EPOCHAL!"

All of these stories were related in the first 9 minutes of the film about him.

OHHHHHHHHH I wish summer was 100000000 months long :( :( :( :( :( :(

I waited on Savarese today, he is the only professor I've ever had who chatted with me at work about my life. Also he added his tip incorrectly. Both of these things sort of make me wish I were an English major. He's a dick but I like that guy.

Hey, who's in NYC right now??? Bobby, Allison??

There seems to be a malaise hanging over a lot of my friend group, actually all of my friend groups, in Grinnell and in Concord and everywhere else right now despite the fact that life at the moment is really pretty great in a lot of ways, and I think it's because we are either in the throes of a postgrad funk, or sense one looming on the horizon. I think it's because for years we have been promised, as bright and motivated and interested people, that we will grow up to be successful and fulfilled and in the possession of "a calling", one that is makes us happy and is also probably good for the world in some way. But I don't think that's happened for me and most of my friends.

Basically, I've been thinking about something Meehan told Tim: "your grandparents were factory workers and farmers so that your parents could grow up to be professionals, so that you could grow up to be an artist." And I'm also thinking about something Rex said last night: that maybe it's okay to have a job you don't love to support people you do love. A lot of us don't really know what we're supposed to be doing right now.

I don't know, I'm just trying to enjoy things and not be so worried about it because this is probably the best time to be poor and directionless, it is probably something you're supposed to do in your life if you can, so you should probably enjoy not having any responsibility to anyone or anything while you can right?

I'd be interested in what anyone has to say about this.

My new favorite thing to do at parties is when one 30 rack is gone and there's another one to replace it, yelling THE KING IS DEAD, LONG LIVE THE KING and jumping on the empty box until it's smushed.

another Margie quote: [to Rachel Fields] "here is a fun idea/mandatory assignment: watch "Left Behind" with Kirk Cameron and then write a short piece of erotic fan fiction entitled "Right Behind."

The kids at yellow house found two huge boxes of costumes in their basement. We think they once belonged to dance troupe at the college, but now they belong to us.

dvds netflix doesn't have that make no sense:
nosferatu the vampyre
gomorra
the ipcress file

margie quote: "I spent so much money on Miller Lite at [chicago] Pride. I also saw a man in a Speedo on top of a large van riding a giant purple metallic dick-like cannon with two discoballs for testicles that shot powder fire extinguisher-style out the tip. HOMOVERLOAD."