  I got myself a new penpal today. A girl in germany emailed me (Ive been on a penpal website for years), so I emailed back. I like those anonymous connections. They never last that long, but its a trip to help someone with their English, find out how theyre living their lives.
The whole postmodern fragmentation I so enjoy. Bleached the shit out of my bed, and I cant wait to get into it. But alas, I have social obligations with Bryan. Ill have to postpone my lust for bleach until later. Were gonna watch Frida together since I own it and hes not seen it yet. And he made lasagna and got some vino. Why do I care if I look good to go out tomorrow night? Is it to impress Scott? Or because its downtown? OR, because Heather will be there, and its a venue outside of our usual? Yep-ola. Floor-length black coat. Maybe Ill even make it to class tomorrow instead of sleeping until one. 
