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Be afraid, be very afraid.

Well, Jen hasn't posted yet, so I guess I'll be first this time. We went to the York Theatre (I gave her directions) to see Chicago. It was all right, I guess. It's just that the actual movie was only about 15 minutes long. The rest of it was having silly song and dance numbers instead of actual dialogue. I thought it was bad, even for an artsy film (measured against Frida and Run Lola Run). Then we came back here, and didn't spend too long in front of my door, for a very good reason. It's not as secluded as Jen's, and my parents and sister came out at one point.

I told her about my coffeehouse dream. She didn't think it was interesting.

I have 25 notecards and some statistics due Monday, and I'm going to my sister Aimee's tomorrow. At least this is the last week before spring break. But over spring break I have to write two research papers, one in spanish, and take a crash course in how not to make a fool of myself at caucases. Sigh...