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Presidents Day Weekend written @ 6:00 PM on February 15, 2004 I haven't written in a while because I was struck with paranoia. You see, a buddy of mine from theatre, Andrew, was looking for info and whatnot for A Piece of My Heart online and stumbled upon my diary. I was cool with it, of course. But then as I was lying in bed last Friday night, I woke from a deep sleep with this manic twitch in my eye thinking, Jesus Christ! He found my diary by entering the play's keywords into a search engine! That means anyone can do that-- including the many individuals I bashed in the last six months! This led to a seven-day lockdown where I password-protected my journal and then promptly went through sending the particularly sensitive entries into my private folder. Paranoia, indeed. So if you tried to access my diary sometime in the past week and couldn't, it was nothing personal and that's why. Otherwise, Andrew, welcome to my humble abode. I'm usually not a proponent for censorship, but I figured in the long run it would make my life less complicated. *** Other than the usual I'm-working-my-ass-off routine that litters my diary, things have been pretty good. For a while they weren't looking so good, but I think I've just about reached a small summit and the outlook is clear. To be honest, nothing particularly interesting has occurred. This is nice for a change. I saw two very excellent movies recently, one being Monster and the other Lost in Translation, the latter of which I wandered down to the Esquire to see. Both have the Sam Stamp of Approval. Go see them before the Oscars. My grandparents came down this weekend to celebrate my mom's 51st birthday. It's always funny when they come down because I walk around with clean hands and a blazing halo above my head. Grandpa gave me a genuine antique Saks 5th Avenue 1920s steamer trunk as a late Christmas present. I was planning on putting it at the foot of my bed but this thing is fucking monstrous. I guess I didn't know what to expect, or it didn't occur to me just how hulking steamer trunks from back in the day could be. It's pretty sweet though. When the grandparents come down, though, it's always a big antique shopping extravaganza! I bought my roommate's birthday present, an Indian doll that's about 30-40 years old dressed in a sari and with her nose pierced. I bought about fifty art magazines for $10 dating from the 1940s-1960s (for me), and a book on Rembrandt; I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do with 50 out-of-date art magazines after I read them, but it was an exciting find. My grandmother loves going thrift shopping for old, interesting items. No one knows what they're throwing away anymore, so she buys stuff dirt cheap and then resells them for a profit in her antique store in Rhode Island. She says she's going to send me a World War II jacket that's been sitting up in her attic for 20 years. I just got back from dropping her off at the airport in Northern Kentucky. I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do for the rest of the night-- maybe do some work for the show... Thinking of calling Jessica, since I haven't heard from her in a while. Otherwise I'm lavishing in some well deserved rest. It's great because I'm off from school tomorrow. I needed a small break badly. Oh well. Until I come up with something more interesting to say, toodles.
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