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Date : Dec 18, 11:05 am

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From aaron- Alton it is

really cold in their

basement. And I don't

mean like a little chilly I

mean colder than

frostmournes hilt lol

bring layers lol

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From : alton lee

Date : Dec 18, 9:18 am

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I just wrote a macro to

update file name fields

automatically in word for

the 500 files as pdf

converter opens each

file. Ah the sweet taste

of programming!

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From : alton lee

kt looked at the chai tea, sitting next to her at the dining table. The very cluttered, junk-filled dining table.
"You are my last hope of sanity." She said finally.
The chai tea knew this was completely true. It was the last chai tea in the box, an ordinarily horded and sacred tea bag. But this was a time of desperation. Not quiet desperation. Teeth-gnashing, pitiless desperation.
So the chai tea did every thing it could. It wrinkled its tea bag nose. And shut its tea bag eyes. And seeped out it's delicious tea aroma. It hopped it would be enough.
kt hoped so too.

over! over! over!

school is almost over! my brain is almost over! the mysteries about life that i can't explain will never be over! people are confusing and over! i am almost as confusing over!


gah. my life literally feels like too many exclamation points and not enough space. it may also be noted that i now plan on having a computer hunch in my back forever.

so. design quarter 1 is over. now that i have all these sweet skillz what should i do with them? how will they relate to linguistics? or more importantly, how will they relate to my life?

on a more happier note, it snowed this morning and i decided that the world was my Christmas present. kind of like the world is my oyster, only more holiday themed.

on a more depressing note, my 320 assignment was awful. and late. and awful. and i don't want to think about it. if i could travel backwards in time, i probably would not have stayed up until 2 talking to alton last night and i would have had at least two more hours to work on it. the design was nice, even kinda cool. but the text was ridiculous. also the premise of the book. also the typography.


okay, this is what i don't understand. true design for me is beautiful. (i know, i know, what do i know after 1 quarter) and a lot of the stuff other people turn in look-- organized. clean. even technically proficient. but not beautiful. not ... exciting. maybe it just isn't exciting for me? but the stuff i turn in, regardless of whether it was a success or failure, is exciting every time. i don't ever let myself do a boring assignment, even if that would be eaiser / possibly better grade.

i wish they would grade us on that. then my grades would be better. sigh.

okay but! the quarter is almost! almost! over!

sometimes i am still a sad person even when i bake cookies and have no work due until monday.

there is a crease in my back as long as the mississippi river and wide as the sucker of a three-pound catfish. we had company over today, for dubai and nonsense chatter.

another thought from the early morning

being alone is carrying two sets of keys because you are holding on to one for someone else and that someone else is far oh so far above the skyline that you are looking at as you spiral downdownwards in a car that you have only driven once before and everything feels too spacious too empty there nothing behind you and darkness ahead of you and you are on a highway that splinters you are on a one lane highway one narrow lane far far away from the land you grew up from and even farther away from the land you are going to

everything is too much to bear and enough. enough for you to drive home to an empty house with an empty clock and forty five minutes of silence before the day begins.

learning how to breathe on my own

i think i am learning the edges of me
and the edges of you
our bodies taper out in clear blue-veined flaps
and
sometimes they touch
& softly rub against eachother
but we are not the same, are we?

we are two forgotten and ancient sea creatures
carried inexorably onwards by oceans of time