I know it's been a while, spare me the torture of your mindless complaints. Only I get to complain around here.

I actually talked to Wendy today. She's the one who made such great journals as "porkfriedlove," "Lard," and "Please Kill Me." By the time I started reading her journal ona day-to-day basis, her journal was called "Lard," and Crash Dive, and Ultra Hush wouldn't be here if it weren't for Wendy writing it. Anyway, she mentioned that she might be coming to Framingham in April (she's friends with Sarah), so naturally I'd like to meet her, but I'll be in Russia with the school's jazz band.

I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt I was in a fraternity, and I was just kind of walking around the frat house, looking in people's rooms, and looking at their stuff. It was sort of weird. Then I went into the attic, which consisted all these carpeted tunnels just barely large enough for me to crawl through. Anyway, their was some sort of party going on and I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen (like I said, it was crowded). If anyone knows anything about dream-deciphering, drop me a line. Soon. This dream is bugging me, mostly because I haven't remembered a dream in a while.

I get to do a project in history class about The Communist Manifesto,. That's something I've been dying to do a report on. The only problem is that I'm also doing a report in English class on Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

I have to go to bed now (it's almost 10:00), otherwise I won't be able to get up tomorrow morning (at 5:50).

Quote of the day: "Communism is like prohibition, it's a good idea but it won't work." -Will Rogers

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