The bathroom door was his favorite instrument.  His dead uncle used to be an almsman.  Diocletian might have been indifferent to him.  Reason and emotion fought constantly for control of his conclusions.  He had secrets.  His mother was the type of person that was only happy when the trashcan was empty.  He called his girlfriend and played "Happy Birthday" with the buttons.  He ate his cereal from Cool Whip® bowls that were older than he.  His eyes were not prejudice.  He hated his parents for ever knowing one another.  He hated good things for ever existing.  Syllogism made a hammock of his ear on weekends.  He made a full time job of sanity.  His body was celibate.  He liked to jar people out of complacency.  He was heard to say that she is very biological.  His skin gradually failed him.  He cared more about strangers than himself.  He was mad at his God.  He suffered from reverse colposinquanonia.  Early morning ecclesiastical façades frightened him.  He was forced to live by the few people he cared about.  He read with a pencil on his left and a Hi-Liter® to his right.  His superego dominated his trine. 

I have a beard.  Shave?  Shave not?

I spent my July 4th studying. I read from 11am until 10pm. It was worth it, though, because I made 100.

I always think of interesting things to say while I'm on the toilet. By the time I make it back here, everything's forgotten.

I want to see Anchorman. I wish I were seeing it right now.

I've been thinking about my future again...quite a bit. I'm hoping a certain person will be in it.

Jason and I saw Anchorman (7/10) today. I had not seen him since we went to see Dawn of the Dead in March. So, I called him, he was home, and I drove over. He had no money, so I offered to pay and we were off to Albemarle. It wasn't bad. A bad movie would be worth seeing Jason and catching up on things anyway. He and Sommer are moving in together—apartment in Charlotte. Hearing that and seeing the movie just made me think of Lindsey even more. I think about her most times.

My family is about to leave for the beach. They're going to North Myrtle, just like they do every year. When I was a kid that was second only to Christmas in our yearly traditions. Our family and uncle James' would always go together, usually the week of July 4th. Great times. I haven't been to a beach in over two years. Lindsey and I might drive to Nags Head in September.

Speaking of which, or whom, Lindsey is coming to visit in 11 days. I'm looking forward to seeing her; I'm very excited.

I haven't written much at all this month. I was busy with school and other things until just two days ago. Three more As were added to my GPA. I'm hoping to get it up to 3.75 by the time I hit Pfeiffer. Hm, maybe I should go to school in Virginia.

I'm hoping this isn't real. I haven't researched to see if it is, I guess because I'm afraid it will be. Lucas butchered the original triology enough in '97. Leave it be, George.

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