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i've been so busy with work and the book club discussion that i've neglected my duties as a diarist! okay, that was my attempt to make excuses, and let me add email to the list.

okay, here's something i have to share as it had me rollicking in my seat last night. while participating in the book discussion, i was IMing with a good friend from boston, alisa. now, we met in a poetry workshop my first semester of grad school. it was bill knott's class. bill knott-so-nice, bill knott your friend, bill will-knott-speak to you after class. and i think all of us in that workshop formed a type of war-bond when it was over, complete with the licking of wounds and telling of near-fatal run ins.

during my time in the wlp graduate department at emerson, i found myself in many classes with alisa. the one that went down in the history books was contemporary novel into film. oh, what a grand time we had! at first everone was trying to discuss themes and issues and identity politics. but! we soon realized that what our professor (a certain board member of wers) wanted from us was simple to do. every time we had a discussion, someone turned an abstract into a character: the music, the lighting, the style, the background, etc.

guess what? i did it last night! and as i did it, i gave the jist to alisa. my my my i could tell that girl was cracked up! maybe it's my training, perhaps it's some secret understanding i can only share with other emerson grads, but if you go to an emerson party and make a comment on how the carpet is as much a member of the house as the roommates, you'll be popular for life. it's awesome!

that said, i had a run in with an old friend last night. she's been spending a lot of time at my house lately and apparently she had to "have it out" with me last night (between me getting home around 9pm and her leaving). to paraphrase, she decided that my constant references to grad school were offensive to her. they make her think that i think i'm better or superior cause i went to grad school. included in with what i say wrong is 'in boston'.

i guess i'm supposed to pretend that i didn't just spend the past two years of my life working on that MA (which was gonna be an MFA, but i decided on the shortcut). i guess, in an effort to not hurt someone's feelings, i'm supposed to hurry up and forget that i am a recent grad. i mean, c'mon, everyone who's fresh out of an institution talks about it a lot!

i tried to be nice to her, to assuage her feelings and let her know in no uncertain terms that i don't think i'm better or smarter than anyone else. i mean, i live in a ratty old trailer for chrissakes! i don't know if it worked, but i've decided that i don't give a damn. she can take her insecurities somewhere else.

whew. that felt good.

in other news: i accidently said nipple today instead of nostril. i recovered quickly, though. i think i'm having dinner with my girl eesha tonight. i have to wrangle my way out of working too late to do it though! this job is sucking the life outta me!

i think i want a new layout. i decided that in the shower this morning. the problem is, i love this one sooo much. shedoodles kicked ass when she designed it. maybe i'll give it back to her so that some other diary can benefit from frida's awe-inspiring presence. i want a layout with a black background done up in neon colors. i want it be titled 'she's electric'. i'll see if i can make this happen.

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