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well, woke up a little past 8am today, got some breakfast and then kicked it hardcore to the library.  where i stayed until 1:15 watching foreign movies.  Mandabi was a lot better the second time around.  Then i went to my conference with unrue to talk about my last story, and then to the bostonians office where i ate a ceaser wrap and hung out a little bit.

and then sean and i went to the library, the ocf, were i typed and typed and typed and became an expert on john woo films that i have never seen but now really want to.  then i wrote about other movies and talked about the homo-eroticism and cross gender dresseing fetishism of peking opera blues.  then i went to class and talked to bo and got things squared away.  i also had a cigarette with the chick who kept looking at me that world cinema class many moons ago.  turns out she's from canada, eh.  then at around 10pm i went to rehearsal and rehearsed and then latenight and then home.

there was some drinking.  first kings and then asshole.  brenda pointed out the whiteness in my gums, thus the title.  and then that was it.

i remembered something from last night that i didn't mention.  i really want to go home and find all my LEGOs.  i'll tell you what did it: pilate's palace.  they used the fucking tile LEGOs that have a clear sheen and are smooth and shit.  and his floor was all made up of those pieces and there was this cool floor design mosaic and i want to build shit like that.  also, i want to see the last temptation of christ, but i may have said that last night.

also, last night i was thinking about final show.  and i really haven't done that, except for the one thing i am saying which is more funny than anything.  that's really the only thing i've premeditated about the whole show, speech etc.  anyway, i was lying in bed thinking about it (among other things) and i'm like hey, this is really the culmination of my four years at boston college.  this is really the most important event i'm going to go through.  because i've devoted the past 4 years to this group of kids who sing songs, and this is it.  and it's really kind of sad in a way, because, at least symbolically, on friday, it's all over.  and that means a lot.  i didn't plan on it, but i think i'm going to be a big wreck come that night.  and it's something i want people to see.  i think it's going to be huge for my parents to be there, and my friends will be there, and granted i don't know if the roommates are really going to feel anything about it, but the roommettes might.  and i know brenda's not going to be there, and that's something that i don't begrudge her in the least, however nice it would've been.  but i just hope she understands what really this is.  i hope everyone does.  this isn't just some fucking show, this is it.  this is THE show.  and it's less than 48 hours away.  weird.

postscript: luke's in the shower so i went across the hall to pee and i saw our final show poster and it was mike katie karleen and me and that was weird.

postpostscript: oh no.  wish i didn't see that.  honestly, fuck.  it's funny how a thing can be totally cool one way, but another, which is essentialy the exact same, is the most uncool thing in the world.  the end.