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I've been gone for a week and nothing happened. The world keeps turning and life goes on. My birthday has been great so far and it's not even my birthday yet. Fog grabbing my house and never letting go, I love this city.

You know when people start trying to talk in a fancier, less realistic way in order to get people to view them in a more serious light? Like instead of saying "This is cool" they'll say "This is really just amazingly expressive and fun to partake in," but all they're really saying is "This is cool"?

Some Just-Moved-to-the-city-gonna-make-it-after-allllll girl came into work the other day and was doing that and I totally just mocked her the entire time I was helping her, and I don't think she had any idea. I actually think she was really impressed and started flirting with me. Then we all laughed about it when she left the fitting room.

My point is at what point do you grow up and at what point do you stop pretending to be grown up?

My other point is we are ALL OUT OF PEANUT BUTTER M&M'S

Sid and Nathan left like 2 weeks ago, where have you been, internet journal? Miss u guys 4 ever.

Anyway, School started but what does that ever mean? One of my classes is super boring, and the others are interesting. My "Exploring Game Worlds" class is the best because not only is it really fun, but it boosts my self esteem like nothing else. The class is basically me and then 22 different versions of me from 8th grade. Okay, okay. 10th grade. Whatever. Fuck you. I'm all like "Why bother making another game about aliens and zombies or whatever when there's so much potential left untapped due to the current industry obsession with technology over content" and they're like "You can shoot aliens in this game so it's totally the coolest" and overall it's a really weird environment that I love.

Tybalt got fleas! But not anymore, so this sentence is over.

Natasha and I are the best fake-band. And then Elizabeth sometimes totally fucks up on the guitar and then the drums. In that order. It's cool though, because why do you even care? You really don't. None of this has made any sense to you so far and I don't really care, because who the hell are you? I haven't talked to you in months/years/ever so why should the random ramblings (alliteration!) on here matter to you at all?

I'm just kidding, I really like you. You should give me your address and I'll send you a tape. Or just a letter. Or I'll totally plan on it, but be so busy, dude! I totally forgot!

My main point is people I hung out with in Elementary School are having babies and it's weird.

Love, Brian


P.S.-Eli, World War Hulk sucks. Just read Planet Hulk and pretend that's the end of all of it, and Hulku and his Warbound are traveling through space getting revenge eternally, because seriously, World War Hulk sucks. Also, can I have my Worried Noodles book back? It's been like a year and a half.

Love, Brian.

Just kidding, Sid and Nathan are here and we're watching Californication. I'm not entirely sure what the plot is right now, but I know that David Duchovny is Dufhucking lots of Dubhitches.

I bought a DVD Burner to help prolong my laptop's life. Check that one of the list of about 10 other things I need to pay for. "Car Insurance" and "Utilities" are still there, but at least now I can copy all of my DVD's a lot faster.

I also bought some sandwiches from the place down the street that I never realized made sandwiches. BLT's with Hummus er'day, er'day.

This is what America is all about.

American Psycho is fucking with me. It's like every short story I ever tried to write Junior Year, put together, and actually interesting to read. Stylistically at least.

Built to Spill was so good you guys.



I know, nobody is going to watch the whole thing. So what? Isn't the whole point of internet journals to force what you like and experience on other people?