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Lambs,
Hello, and welcome to December, all. This is pretty much the Christmas music time of year, and all I have to show for it is my Aimee Mann holiday album. Nothing says "festive" like the woman who gave us, "Real Bad News." Anyway, I'm so done with my stupid paper for Media & Health, and to me that means I'm done with work for the night. I have class at 9:30, it's 2:44, and here we go.
Because it's the week before Finals, I'm at the point where I'm waiting to crap out entirely. Like, I'm seconds away from sleeping through this entire week. But no. I've got a paper to edit. Residents to entertain with a new program. A sketchbook to, oh, START. Shakespeare to acknowledge. But I only have one final, so I guess things are feeling tolerable. Routine, but tolerable. Then again, I just wrote a review of Tallgrass Gothic, the newest UI theater show, and my co-editor read it and was like, "Good job! It's just one-sided! And take out a few things! Make it ten inches longer! Change your name!" So I'm all ego-bruised and war-torn from that. I'd just prefer to be done having to improve on this shit. I certainly have written enough fucking theater reviews. And music reviews. And reviews of everyone I meet, just in general, in my head, always, on a 10-point scale. Pssh. I also love trying to get sympathy for this. "It's so hard! I wrote an article and I don't think the Pulitzer committee is going to pick it up! I'm going to be a cutter."
And of course, nothing is funny about cutters. Definitely not how they wear long sleeved shirts in July. For sure not that.
It's fucking a day before St. Nick's Day and I haven't even regaled you with my Christmas list yet. You were about to worry.
Louis Deserves
-a new Trivial Pursuit game.
-iTunes dollars
-gift cards so he can fucking shop for himself (no offense, Mom, Dad, Jim, Mark, Greg, extended family, all my friends... it's just a matter of taste).
-Pumas? Maybe?
-Project Runway on DVD
-Queer As Folk DVD
-Sex and the City DVD. I don't even care if it's ridiculous, when I'm in my comfort-food tizzy, I just want to watch Miranda fuck up her life.
-CDs by: I can't even think of anyone. Gwen's new disc? I forget if I really care. Though here I am shouting the words to "Wind It Up" like I'm Harajuku Louis.
-A whole lotta sleep
-A book I'd like. Something about stand-up comedy. By a stand-up comedian. Not a stand-up comedy how-to guide.
-Just to chill out. For everyone to chill out.
Blar. I love that I actually I have no concrete ideas. God forbid I'm 20 years old and things like this shouldn't mean anything to me. I still have to buy my Secret Santa something too. Hmmm. It's time for my shower.
Anyway, just wanted to peak in. Not so many days until I go back to Lemont -- so God help me occupy myself for a month. Let me restate that sentence: S.O.S., BITCHES!
Anyway, love you guys, talk to you soon.
Xoxo,
Louis
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