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- 05.12.03 - 15:58 Sometimes it breaks my mind, how I can write four pages and yet say nothing. Nothing, I tell you! Perhaps such is the life of a student. Pity is, I'll get a decent grade on it. Learning? What's that? In later news--hilarious. Just... hilarious. Read and weep and register to vote, my pretties! Well, a two-update-day. Best not get cozy with it. Back to the grind--this was only a diversion from typing random, random gibberish. Shit. I should be a speech writer. Except I think I have more of a grasp on the English language. Hey ho, to essays we go. And to continue--one essay down, three to go! Just a celebratory note, really. Oh, and a quick show of the unsurprising:You're Avante Garde Indie. You listen to abstract music like free-jazz and Krautrock. You drink too much coffee and you scare the fuck out of the rest of us. We're afraid to call you pretentious because we know that we all just don't get it. There are few of you out there, and most of you will probably die soon. You Know Yer Indie. Let's Sub-Categorize. brought to you by Quizilla Really, sorry about all these tests. But I'm such a damn trendy ho, yo. And for the record, yes. I do listen to Krautrock. So back off. Although free-jazz is, as of yet, an NPR-only experience. Showing The Pianist tonight, and will be seeing it for the first time. Sorry Mr. Polanski and Sir Anorexic Beauty--I've been busy, okay?
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