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3:05 pm on Friday, November 12th, 2004

I’m loving how cold the weather is nowadays. Cold in the Texas sense, of course, but still cold enough for my uber-neat black wool peacoat, which makes me feel like a Soviet spy. Today I spent some twenty minutes sitting on the cold ground and staring at a tree and trying to elicit some poetry. It was a nice tree — an aspen, I think, with sparse leaves shivering in the wind, against the grey sky. What am I missing? Where does it stop being boring?

I’m sitting across from several idiots in the school library, and they’re talking about the Flight Club soundtrack, and this entire episode is going to ruin my love for that Pixies song.

Bohemia West, Frontage Roads’ fundraiser, went just swimmingly. All of those skinny guitar-playing boys are pretty fantastic. I should learn to play guitar, too, to cure myself of these infatuations. I think if I wasn’t so musically illiterate the whole music scene would cease to impress me so much.

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