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Liz is in class so I'm on a computer in the library. I was attempting to read my friends page(s) until I realized that I have at least 200 entries to get through and I only have two-and-a-half days to catch up with. So I'm going to skip all of my groups for now--I may come back to these few days, or I may never. I can't pick and choose because all of my groups are in one thing right now. I should probably make a friends group that's "groups I actually want to read when I get behind," but for now, I don't have one.

I will, however, read all the individuals' entries since Tuesday, and then I will write something real while I'm waiting for Liz.

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From i_eat_lemons:


Lol.

From ally_kitten:

You scored as Either. You brain is neither specifically male nor female in the way you perceive things. As bad as this sounds it can easily mean that you are capable of combining both gender aspects to your advantage. Rather than being genderless you are possibly able think freely. This does not mean that you are bisexual or androgynous or indecisive, but it might. </td> Either 64% Male 50% Female 29% Neither 18% Should you be MALE or FEMALE?* created with QuizFarm.com

I don't know whether to be amused or horrified.

From piper_lee:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions
Laurell K. Hamilton's Micah: Now I was getting pissed.

Ah, too bad it wasn't page 123 or you might have gotten some sex. Let's check: For real, you put the panties on last, so they can come off first. Oooh, almost.

Okay, done with catching up on everything except groups. Groups I will probably not catch up on ever because I don't think my mother will really be pleased with me spending a lot of time on the internet when I get back, because my godmother will be there and I'll be leaving for Baltimore again four days later, pretty much.

So on Wednesday I got on the train for Baltimore. There was a woman smoking next to me while I was waiting for the train (because it was late) and it was bothering me, but there were several pretty women on the platform so it could have distracted me, but I was with my mother so there's only so much staring at pretty women that I can really do around my mother.

My mother...jeez. I got a banana for the train because I left my apple and goldfish at the house because she was panicking we would be late. And so we're sitting on the platform and everything's kind of dirty and there's nowhere for me to put the banana and I don't want to eat it now, I want to eat in on the train. So I'm holding it. And if you know me, you know I fidget. And if you know me a little better, you know that I like to rub the grooves of my palms on things. So I'm absentmindedly turning this banana around in my hands and zoning out and my mother turns to me and says "You'd better stop handling that banana like that or every man on the train will think you're offering to give them a kind of stimulation that you're not offering. I'm not saying you look like the kind of girl who would do that but it's better to be careful. It's pathetic, but men are very fixated on women and bananas." Yeah. Thanks Mom.

Train ride wasn't bad. There was a pretty girl sitting across the aisle from me for awhile. I mostly curled up on the seat and listened to music and read some Feynman. I think I nearly missed my stop but I decided to put my book and iPod away just before we got to the normal, non-airport Baltimore station so I was fine.

Wednesday night I helped Liz pack. Mostly I tried to be useful and failed. I got pretty practised at removing safety pins from sheets though. I finally showed Liz the New Yorker ad. When I get back I'll scan it so everyone else can see it too.

Thursday morning we packed Liz's stuff into a truck and an SUV. I rode with Alex while Liz got Ben. Alex is interesting enough I suppose. I didn't really talk much so he made conversation and I responded like I usually do to men of a certain type who I don't know very well: tersely. Maybe he's worse in larger doses? Who knows. Liz's apartment is nice. Liz's roommate and surrogate roommate are also nice but I had met them before. I went to lunch with Ben and Alex while Liz was in class but I didn't say much then either. I drew Ben, Alex, and EB on my placemat instead. But I know more about both of them than I would have if I'd been talking. This is why I don't ask questions.

Time to go, so later.