March 29, 2000. Wednesday.
I feel like there's someone I've forgotten about. lately, I want to call somebody, but I can't figure out who. There's someone I'd really like to talk to, but as I go through my mental rolodex, there's no one there that I particularly want to talk to. But I really want to call this mystery person. It's a really weird feeling, because I know how I'll feel once I talk to them. I just can't figure out who it is.
I'm pretty sure that this person, however real he or she may seem, doesn't really exist. Well, I know they do, but I think they exist only in the past. Whoever it is that I want to talk to, I'm pretty sure it's the 1997 version of them. I don't know why I picked that particular year. I guess that was a pretty good year for me, conversationally.
Wait, I think i wanna talk to Nora. I always enjoy talking to her, maybe because I do so so infrequently. But I've already called her twice in the last few days, and she's in Germany, and I always feel rude when I call and speak English to the German speaking household.
Anyhow, I just returned from this dude Frank's place. I guess I'm in his band. He plays pretty poppy but noisy songs. It now reminds me a lot of the band Papas Fritas. But potentially noisier. I'm not sure how into it I am. It's kind of fun, but right now it's a real hassle with school and everything. I'm really starting to freak out about all this reading I have to do. 29 more days and it's over though. A quick count of the assignments just now has me freaking out even more. 5 papers, 3 in the 3000 words range, and 4 nice big books to read, one of which is Bonfire of the Vanities, which is almost 700 pages. Looks like I better go get started.
DA&R
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