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My mother just handed me a paper cup full of cheese cubes and said, "Don't say I never gave you anything."

Is it okay to unload semi-stale cookies on someone and pretend you're doing them a favor?

I miss the days when men's basketball was played in itty-bitty shorts and Chuck Taylor high-tops.

Yes, it is so possible to miss something you never experienced.

I bought my prom dress for $35.

Tonight I'm so low, I kiss sewer rats.

Why must college mail pretend it's all up to me? Yes, it's all very well if I decide to apply to your college. But in the end, it's not your place to hope I choose you. It's my place to hope (desperately and fervently) that you choose me. Vassar, Macalester, Carleton, Evergreen...plz dnt toy w/ my <3.

In other news, I have made the ultimate dance mix. Until I make another dance mix, that is.

Math art is fun!

I have an extra ticket to see Of Montreal and Elikbass at the Blue Note on January 21. It's a Wednesday. You wanna?

You...wanna?

Why does the internet have to be so goddamned USEFUL? This, this is like asking an alcoholic to please do her homework in a bar.
Not chill. Pill.

My brand new robe is covered in pubic hair from the bathroom floor, and I'm not nearly as grossed out as I ought to be. Not as grossed out as I am by Kepler's nose when she does that fur-biting thing. The muscles! The bunched, quivering muscles!

The human mind should never be left to prioritize all on its own. We need society! We need fascist dictators. Burly, mustachioed men to tell us how gross things ought to be.

Yesterday I did an exercise in metaphor and imagination. It was wonderful and frightening, and I couldn't stop for a while. I thought I might go mad.
I thought perhaps I'd touched the hot, palpitating heart of Art.

TruLife:

1: "The chilli is hotter than usual."
2: "What?"
1: "The chilli is hotter than usual."
2: "I still didn't hear you."
1: "Basilisk pot noodle."
2: "Basilisk pot noodle?"
1: "I said, the chilli is hotter than usual!"
2: "Oh."
1: "Wait, you thought I said 'basilisk pot noodle'?"
2: "Yeah! I wondered what on earth you were talking about."
1: "Haha. I did say 'basilisk pot noodle.'"
2: "Really?"
1: "No."

Jacob Tucker ate a school burrito today. Small victories, small victories.

Oh gosssssh. I had so much I wanted to say here. I can't believe I forgot it all. I was thinking about it in the shower, and during study hall, and plenty of other times when I should most assuredly have been thinking of something else.

Whaaaaat the fuck. 'The fuck.

I look forward to purchasing my very first personal thermos. Even though it'll be years until this transaction takes place, I'm totally stoked.

What do you look forward to, in the distant future?

Ugh. It's one of those nights. I feel shameful on those nights. After all is said and done, not a thing was said nor done.

Feverishly yours,
Jahnavi D.