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random notes for the day:

on my way to bio 2, i picked up a female pine cone off the ground.  she was covered in male pollen and there were little red insects crawling all over her. it was a cross-phylogenic domain orgy.  i gave her to dr. revell and he was like "oh, thank you! (now, let me give you a pop quiz on coniferophyta!) where on the tree is the female pinecone located? what about the males?" I'm like, "high" and "low" and then I was like "but i found her on the floor with sperm all over her, so she's kind of a whore." but she also had a seed- a baby! how cute.

i got a 46 on my last practicum but it's okay 'cause that's the score i'm going to drop and now i'm going to have plenty of time to study up for future tests.

oh, today was my last day at radiohacks, by the way.

here's another event for the day, presented in instant messenger form:

MizzEllieBee:  okay so i came up with this character called Shminkus Pinkus years ago when I took improv classes
MizzEllieBee:  and i used to sign up for things on the internet with the name Shminkus Pinkus
DecolonizeYourself:  haha
MizzEllieBee:  and Shminkus Pinkus is STILL gettng mail
MizzEllieBee:  I think Shminkus gets more mail than I do.
MizzEllieBee:  he just got offered a membership for the museum of tolerance.
DecolonizeYourself:  hahaha

I've never been to the museum of tolerance, btw. So remind me to go. My grandma was a holocaust survivor and such.

I think I'll end this with the poem I just wrote for my creative writing class. The prompt was to use line breaks in a way your don't normally use them. I also had to use a kitchen appliance, an article of clothing, three words out of a list of words given in the textbook (i chose "maniacal", "wrinkle", and "sprawling"), a line about a town i've never lived in, and a song title.

widow style

she
put
the
milk in the freezer to freeze it
ho-
ping
you'd melt it
a
half
empty
glass
with much more to it than its presence
sweater left
in the drier
she
was
ho-
ping you'd run it
so she could scream when you discover what she knows:
DRY.
CLEAN.
ONLY.

A Little Help From My Friends?
'cause
she
can get maniacal
And when I just
Let
It
Be
I end up tracing
every
last
wrinkle

every individual's fate, inevitable, becomes far too personal

and the day when she finally got up and left her zip code we ended up finding her sprawling on the hotel floor of the city of waikiki where the beaches are bleached in beauty and the drugs and ho's are aplenty and we've fucked that place up with industrialization and tourism, now haven't we?

but the more
she
we try
to make sense out of
life
it's like making sense out of frozen milk
and an early, unforeseen, God-given
death