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A Little Ditty of an Entry written @ 9:03 PM on October 06, 2003 Yesterday at her church, Tricia fell and sprained her ankle. Therefore, it's been pretty much all she's talked about since she returned to the dorm last night and all through today. *sigh* I know I should probably be more compassionate in light of her pain, a pain which I could attest to from that one week my senior year of high school when the Posse lovingly referred to me as Quasimodo after my karmic fall, but-- I swear-- she's a bigger hypochondriac than I could ever be. And for those of you who know me and have read such wholesome entries in my diary like those pertaining to my wisdom teeth-- which I am still bitter about-- that's saying a lot. Love my roomie to death, but damn. What's even funnier is that her priest asked jokingly if he needed to amputate her foot. God, I'm so evil. *** Today was a good day. I realized today that if I was not going into art and theater for a career, I would probably go into the U.S. foreign services and be a diplomat or a representative at the U.N. Why that? you may ask. I don't know; just a feeling I would be really good at it. Maybe I was someone like that in a past life. In any case, I feel pretty good about things. I'm working on a self-portrait in my studio space now. Kind of a dark piece, actually. It's kind of about knowing when to move on and get on with your life... but I was sort of thinking of my dad when I came up with the composition and my vision. He said he wanted a portrait of me to hang in his apartment the last time I talked to him over the phone, and the picture just kind of came to me. If I end up giving it to him, I know he won't understand what I meant in the piece; he'll just see a picture of his somewhat discontent daughter. I imagined how it would look hanging in his apartment, which I have secretly vowed to never see. I know if I give it to him, he will wonder why I looked so serious and unsmiling. But because it will look the way I have envisioned, he will love it. And he will hang it in his hallway. But it will mildly disturb him every time he walks by it. And he will wonder at it, and what the candles in the background meant, and why I turn away and yet cast my eyes in the candles' direction. If I give it to him... I don't know that I will. But, anyhoo... Nothing much else on my mind now.
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