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What the Cat Dragged In: Smokes written @ 3:28 PM on October 08, 2002 I am losing weight dangerously and I don't know why. Okay, maybe not dangerously, but enough to alarm me. The last time I checked my weight, it was before moving to the campus, and I was a solid 115 lbs. Since that time, I have not had access to a scale, but I have stopped eating in between meals because I have very little to munch on in between meals and none of my pants fit me anymore (we're looking at two sizes to big now. Can we say belts?). That's the only solid evidence I have so far, but here's the thing: I've been eating more in the past three months than I have the past three years. So why am I losing weight like that?! After my night class, I went back to my room, only to find my roommate Steph #1, Steph #2 and one of Steph #1's high school friends. They were being rather loud, and I was a little taken aback that the place was hopping at 9:30 at night. They asked me if it was okay if they smoked in the room. I've lived with my parents, who have smoked for all 18 years of my life, so I thought why not? As long as they don't set off the smoke detectors in the hall or anything. I wish I hadn't given my roommate permission to do that. Until last night, she had always gone outside, but the weather's getting a little chilly and now she doesn't want to go smoke outside. I have a stuffy room. I don't know how I'm going to deal with my chain-smoking roommate. I can handle inhaling a bit of nicotine every now and then, but the minute visibility is decreased in this room due to blue haze, she's fucking taking her smokes outside. I'm proceeding on with my genealogy research. I have some solid evidence for my great-great-great grandfather's line on my mom's side. I'm back to the mid-1600s on that branch. No luck with my dad's side yet. I'm waiting for a death certificate on my great-grandfather there. Access to the 1930 Census on ancestry.com wouldn't hurt either, but I have to wait until they have the index out for the state of Pennsylvania. Drawing class was good today. I know I'm going to hate being a graphic design major. It's much too technical for my style, but how else am I going to live as an artist? The problem is that I've been rather successful at it so far and I can take the competition. But it looks like I'll be working at at least four professions when I leave college: graphic design, theatrical scenic design, author, and sell paintings in both a gallery and be commissioned. My artistic life will be a such a trial; it will be like I never left AP Art in high school. But oh well. I'd rather be all that than, say, an accountant. We're watching a bizarre little movie called "El Norte" in immigration experiences. A good story, I suppose, but strange somehow. And it's hard to take notes when you have to watch for the English subtitles. Math was repulsive. We're calculating loans and compounded interest. This is probably the closest thing that's come to my category of "mathematical usefulness." I plan to finish my genealogy paper for immigration experiences tonight, copy some old pictures I heisted from home, do some math homework, and paint for the rest of the night. This painting is like a mini-mural, if there is such a thing. It's going to be 8 ft. long. Just think: one more panel and it will be as long as The Monstrosity of Lakota East I painted last year. Jessica, there comes a time in every young adult's life where you ultimately have to say, "Screw my parents; they aren't living my life." You're a legal adult; you have rights. Take control, you world history goddess, you.
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