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Thursday, April 29th, 2004
4:05 pm - A Lament For Leelee
Yesterday evenings festivities consisted of open mic night at Pete's, the local tavern. I keenly observed my counterparts mingling with the natives. Many crudely humorous jokes were told in succession as I nursed my Chardonnay. The local men, unappealing and uneducated, attempted to beckon me with bovine one-liners that did little more than incite piteous giggles. And to think, this continued for two hours more.

Unamused and ill-tempered, I sought solitude in the confinement of a booth located in the back of the bar. For a time I digested rivers of mediocre acts, plunging into the abyss of intoxication. 'Indignations', thought I as I pushed numbing fingers through my hair 'this cannot be the only amusement collegiate life has to offer.'

For months I have beared the phlegmatic existence of a Freshman. My nose buried in a book, my eyes devouring every new sight, my ears, every sound. College was supposed to bring forth a sense of enlightenment that I had never before experienced, instead, I was quickly becoming more engrossed in my own solitude. My own thoughts and theories.

Where have I gone wrong?

A new friend opened my eyes to many possibilities. A singular issue stuck out the most.

You're a snob.

Can this be true? Is the manner in which I speak so impossible to summise in a fashion simple to those I speak to? Is my laugh so condescending? Is my humor so wryly deadpan?

Surely not. I shall obstain and yell indignations!

current mood: befuddled

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Saturday, April 24th, 2004
8:06 am - Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel.
Fortune has smiled upon me this morning as I picked up my cellular phone. She spoke meekly but with a quiet resolve that I could not refuse. It seems that I will be spending my summer holidays with Fiona on her travels. Itenerary and meticulous planning seems not to be a priority. I should like to see Italy again and present Fiona to the afformentioned Luxombourgian subculture of thespians and poets.

However, the enlightening subculture lacks an acceptable amount of males in need of the Fiona type of ravishment, she will grow bored in a matter of two hours. But as luck should have it, absorbing the Luxombourgian subculture takes no longer than half an hour.

I am pleased at the addition of Vanessa Paradis and Johnny Depp to this humble community. No doubt many interesting times will be had during their stay. I would also like to seize this opportunity to thank Ms. Paradis and Mr. Depp for allowing me to commendere Haldir the Lorien elf for my defouling pleasure. He will be returned, in tact, once his strength restores.

current mood: amused

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Monday, April 19th, 2004
8:59 am - Floating through the space of my design.
For a time I have found myself greatly fascinated by the great songwriters of New York City. Alicia Keys made quite an accurate observation of the depth of our city. Each borough is filled with multicultural sounds melting into one somber beat, resonating and rising above the buildings like smoke, lingering all over the world. The taste of each little neighborhood is found in everything, our hand firmly placed on the heart of America.

Yesterday I cocooned myself richly in Lauryn Hill and her influences have lasted until today. I pondered her musical journey from The Fugee's, then to The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill and then to her infamous unplugged album which should have, for all intensive purposes, been awarded an Grammy. Or at least a nomination. Her coffeehouse writing style on her first album boarderlines trivial in comparison to her last album. Unplugged, by far, is her most artistically ambitious release and because of this, it ranks high on my list of 'Essentials'.

current mood: contemplative

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