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July 3rd, nobody really wants to do anything. Kesden let out early, I got off work two hours early. I made eggplant parmesan and sautéed some potatoes with rosemary and thyme and oregano and whatever that green stuff is that my roommate has in a shaker. I know it's not pot. Thanks, dad! Anyway, this is clearly what I should have done with the whole eggplant. It was fucking delicious.

I got a decent sketch of glisson, to add to the one I did last night of jared. Both still need more attention, but whee! Also, jared's beard is like a superhero's disguise. I sketched a birdie on the windowsill of 4th floor wean during lunch.

I went to dance. It was pretty good. After we finished, Pearlann asked me what my schedule is going to be for the fall. There's a possibility that if my schedule is all right, she'll sign me on to be an apprentice dancer for their big show in october. That would be sweet, but I might miss kgb events and have to cut back on ds and be very, very extra good about homeworks. But dance, yay!

I was a lot more excited about this before I got on a 74A going in the wrong direction. What a fucked-up and miserable route. I saw the same street signs over and over. So many circles. But I did make it to squill in time to catch the 9:30 showing of that movie everyone is seeing and/or has seen. Everyone has seen it, except trevor, but he didn't want to go because (it's july 3rd?/) he had just finished work.

Chris Jackson is a poo-face. That is all.

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