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If Rob & Graham & I were in a band, this would be our album cover. Perfect pretentious joy.



I know I disappeared for a couple of days, but this weekend was filled with MOVING into the IKEA 350-sq-ft room (not literally, although I love the idea of me living in IKEA; it's like From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler meets, well, IKEA. I'd have to get up and leave before the store opened in the morning. I'd go down the escalator for my $1.99 breakfast, then I'd go off to work and school, then when I got back in the evening I could eat Swedish meatballs while waiting for all the customers to leave with their flat-packed couches and coffee tables.). It's a tiny little place, but it's all mine, and it's close to every where I frequent. I've signed a lease that has me here till December, aka when I graduate, and I can't believe it (graduation) is less than a year away.



And I really do have to stop playing on the internet, and watching TBS. So more tomorrow, I promise, now that Ghini so graciously gave me this USB wireless internet thingie that has brought the internet back into my home life.

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Where were you the night of January 9, 2007?



or



In lieu of decent postings





Grey's original post





Melissa's take





Rob's thoughts on the whole thing






I encourage you to click on any (or all!) of the links above to see what you missed Tuesday night. Hi-lar-i-ous. So good.

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The Grand Romantic Gesture



I've been doing a lot of thinking the past few days about the Grand Romantic Gesture. You know what I mean; in elementary school it was the note with the 'check yes or no' boxes, in high school it was a mix-tape of Songs That Mean Something, and in romantic comedies it generally involves Act III: 'Boy Gets Girl' (Act I is 'Boy Meets Girl', Act II 'Boy Loses Girl').



When I was younger I scoffed at the Grand Romantic Gesture, but today, at 23 1/2, what I wouldn't do for some nice guy to bring me flowers. (Ok, maybe not flowers...but you get the general idea.) At 16, I desperately wanted to be older and jaded, so I rolled my eyes at the flowers and breathy "You're beautiful" in the airport. At 18, my confidence shaken because I was working in a coffee shop and Not Living Up to My Potential, I was mean to the boys because I could be, and because it made me feel in control.



Of course, the Grand Romantic Gesture has several pitfalls. One, women are crazy psycho stalker bitches if they dare perform the Grand Romantic Gesture. Send Secret Admirer messages to some guy at work? I don't think so, buddy. You'll turn Mr. Wonderful into Mr. Took-a-Restraining-Order-Out-On-Me faster than you can read this sentence.



Two, the Grand Romantic Gesture is often performed by a guy you never wanted to show up on your doorstep. Ever. Even without a rose.



Three, in our 21st-century world of myspace and txtng, men no longer have the balls-to-the-walls attitude the Grand Romantic Gesture requires. I know you're scared of being rejected guys, but come on! Are you not men?



(And since no meditation on the Grand Romantic Gesture wouldn't be complete without a reference to Say Anything...)



Don't be a guy. Be a man. Stand outside my window with that boombox over your head. Except not literally, because it might disturb the neighbors.

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Discipline?




I'm not sure if this blog-a-day thing is really going to work out. I'm worn out already, and it's only Tuesday night. I feel overwhelmed.



I can do this. I am amazing, right? I can do this.



The proof will be at the end of these fifteen weeks.

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Maybe I've overstretched myself...again




I think I should have a sign over wherever I live that says, 'Abandon sleep, all ye who enter here.'



I have this awful, awful habit of overscheduling myself. I just want to experience everything, and live a full life, and I don't want to miss out on anything. And I have so many friends that I love to pieces, and I hate it when I go weeks and weeks without seeing some of them, which happens a lot when I'm in school.



And on that note, school started back today. Sigh. I just have to get through this semester, then it's all downhill till December and graduation.



But I promise to write here everyday, regardless of how tired I am. Discipline. I have to improve my discipline. This is one way of doing that.

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Post a day




In 2006, I had just over 100 posts for the year. I think I can do better in 2007. How bout a post a day, people, a real post a day? First drafts of things I'm working on, so I can solicite feedback and whatnot. Something besides press releases and newsletter copy to keep me in proper form.



I think it's a good idea.

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