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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
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<p>Got my dorm stuffs. Braiden Room 170. My roommate is one Francisco G. According to the address they gave me for him, he’s already living in Braiden in a different room. I’m guessing this means that he’s going to summer school, which probably means that he’s not a Freshman. Terby, you know him? I believe his room number is 143..</p>
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<p>Anyhoo, yes, there’s much I have to do in regards to that stuff, but more immediately, I need a job. if I don’t get one, I have to work for my dad, which is more awful than it sounds. I’ve got a buttload of applications, one interview under my belt, and I’ve ‘expressed interest’ in two bank teller positions. I hope I get something, quick x.x</p>
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<p>In other news, my most recent experience with Her was mystifying. Granted it’s only my second, it still confused the b’jeezus out of me. There was no fright however, like the last time; however, my room didn’t try to eat me, which helped immensely. A bit of 2x had me wishing for at least a little more to push me over the edge from scattered thoughts to flowing thoughts, so I added about the same amount of 5x as last time and lay down in my bed. I closed my eyes and visions of an autumnal forest setting of my body swept me up in yellow-gold leaves, the wind pushing me down along the contours of my body turned to stone. A concerned old woman in a flower-print dress and a flower-print apron tried to give me advice, and at first I thought it was Her, but the green divinity isn’t quite so trite and godmotherly. The Lady Sage later showed herself in a face of still-green leaves and basically told me that I wasn’t ready to talk with her yet, and that, for some temporary-ish answers, I should look in myself, so I did and learned some.</p>
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<p>After that, I boiled down some Calea to make a resin, since it’s so incredibly bitter, despite the wonderful smell of it’s brew, and headed out to walk to Movie Gallery for the first Harry Potter, but ended up getting the second because the it was mis-filed. I was so confused, but I watched it anyway ^^ Mom watched some, until the disk fucked up from being scratched. She went to bed, and I got it working again to finish the movie. After that, I stayed up practicing Ginsberg’s America for Facets, which is in a few weeks.</p>
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<p>Kory. Gosh, I’m obsessing
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<em>No shit, sherlock</em>
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But.. eh!
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<em>As I thought.</em</p>
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