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5:09 p.m. - 2002-01-14

Fleur and I finally did our history project, the one that was assigned a few weeks ago. We met at the library over the weekend, pulled all the necessary information from juvenile literature, jotted a few notes down, and were done within an hour. I love working with Fleur. Between the two of us, we've taken the fine art of procrastination to new heights. I banged out the handout the next day after having read about sushi, sake, and Chinese whores (Crawling at Night; reads like Sophie's Choice and Memoirs of a Geisha mixed together and retold by Francesca Lia Block), which was not at all important as to the project, but was pretty interesting nonetheless.

Which reminds me... I remember advising myself some time ago never to read Quo Vadis while listening to Jesus Christ Superstar. Naturally, I forget this and found myself doing just that last night until I remembered it. So I picked up Jane Eyre instead (heaven knows why), but the words "Take him to Pilate!" were being pounded into my brain and all I could think of was Rochester's dog. So I put on the Pimpernel CD and was seized by an uncontrollable fit of silent giggles and a very strange mental picture when Chauvelin proclaimed his inability to walk on water. Maybe I should lay off on the Broadway altogether.

No, this entry has no real point, and I do apologize. I'll try to do better tomorrow.

Adieu.

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