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the bug is dead.  i'm almost sure of it.

at work today, i got paid as i looked for other jobs.  actually, not really, but i was checking out harvard's job listings and saw a bunch of accounting stuff in the payroll and accounts payables and receivables that i'm certainly qualified for.  i saw that, "certainly qualified for" because i am.  but really?  am i?  i wouldn't hire me.  for anything.  i'm goddam 20 years old.  i don't know when people feel that they're ready to have a job, but i certainly don't feel it.  I'm not supposed to have a job, even if it is only 30k a year, it's just too much for me to comprehend.  but as soon as i whip up a convincing cover letter i'm sending my damn resumes off to harvard and maybe something'll happen and then maybe, just maybe, i'll get to do natalie portman. 

came home and gamed it up and then brenda and i went to see about a boy at harvard.  really enjoyed it.  hugh grant is awesome and he was an asshole the whole way through, which is simply great.  it was no y tu mama tambien, but you can't compare movies like that. 

also, i was driving home from work and got stopped on comm ave by a cop.  i was doing 40 in a 30.  whatever.  it was one of those "pull over two cars at once" deals.  i got off with a warning but still... really?

my right nostril is clogged to hell.  i want it to shrivel up and die.  screw what it'd look like.

man, this is the worst.  zbc played a song yesterday: sexual harrassment - if i gave you a party.  and i love it.  and i want it.  but of course finding the mp3 is impossible because no one in their right mind has the mp3.  so my option is to buy this goddam anti ny comp it's on for $16.  too bad the rest of the comp i've either not heard or have heard and am totally not thrilled by.  although one of the songs has the exact same background as the talking heads' crosseyed and painless.  i guess maybe i could buy the 10" ep for less $s, but my record player is not set up and not so great. 

Well this is ghetto.  i found a real audio radio show that played the song, so i can record that.  shit quality tho.  oh well, beats sixteen bucks.  this song rules.  yay 80s punk no-wave disco electro funk whatever the hell this is.  hmm, i thought there was screaming in this song.  hmm, bastard dj cut it off.  oh well, it still rules.