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Hehe, you have 69 page views..

Oh, and with the fight club... eh. I was really big into it, but I'm also a coward and afraid of ending up actually injured (a punch in the face now and then is basically a joke, even from Jesse, although maybe not from Brian).

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All is not lost, the unconquerable will,
and study of revenge, immortal hate,
and courage never to submit or yield,
and what is else not to be overcome?

-- Lucifer, Milton's _Paradise Lost_

I have a question. Do you want to meet and hang out for a bit and catch up on old times some time this summer or fall? Because I miss having you around, to be honest.

There [i]is[/i] a story with Elly, and while I don't mind telling it, it's not a happy one and not a public one. Because I'm a fool.

Russia was [i]awesome[/i]. I decided it was too cool to go back to Medieval Studies (besides, medievalists are gay, albeit swords are freakin' true).

And about the art: once you're famous it's going to be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and I'll stab myself for not buying it myself.

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All is not lost, the unconquerable will,
and study of revenge, immortal hate,
and courage never to submit or yield,
and what is else not to be overcome?

-- Lucifer, Milton's _Paradise Lost_

I know it's gone, I tried to pick up my paintings like, back around Thanksgiving, and I got one of them back and was told the other one was sold. I still haven't gotten on them to pay me for it though (they probably don't have any records of it anymore anyway.) I don't know, I think it's really awesome that someone out there I don't know owns some of my work though. I think I'll want to hunt it down some day, which kind of depresses me because it's going to get more like that in the future, and I probably wouldn't be able to find it anyway (on the other hand if I get all famous that peice would sell for mad money as my first "sold" work, and I'd probably find it again through that.)

What's the deal with this fight club thing? I'm trying to approach some kind of pacifism, because I've seen too much pain lately, but I'm interested to know what's going down with people purposelessly beating the shit out of each other (by pacifism I mean retaliatory strikes only, but still it's better than mindless slaughter of rodents, which has been the name of the day round these parts. Saving owls, but killing chipmunks.)

So how was Russia? Did awesome things happen? I thought you were switching to Medieval studies or something along those lines, did that not pan out at all? You could definately be a rock star, I forgot that you played guitar (I forget a lot of things, it's starting to terrify me.)

Sorry about Elly. I feel like there's a story there, but I won't pry if you don't want me too.

AIM is a bad time. A bad bad and also I have no idea whose name is who bad time. I haven't been on AIM in probably years. It's hard enough when I don't know people who say hello to me in person. Online, when they don't have faces, or names that don't have meaningless numbers? I'd be freakin' screwed. And I don't condone use of things like AIM and myspace and facebook. Mostly because I'm too lazy to make upkeeps on such things, but I can pretend it's because of righteous indignition. Actually I guess a lot of people keep in touch via such sources, but my past and present are such a shifting ethereal situation that I feel trying to solidify my placement in my memories of people would only further disrupt my cognition of how I relate to them or who they are or who I am.

If you can't tell I'm going crazier by the day. It's so weird because I feel like on one level I can see the surface of everything with total clarity and understanding, and beneath that everything I understand keeps falling apart, so I can maintain a persona but not my psyche. Life is fucking odd man.

Okay, enough of my babbling.

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There are words here

Haha, yeah, your painting's gone. You should come up to visit this fall, we should hang out. There's an embryonic fight club in the making, or was last fall. This past semester I was in Russia, so don't know what's going on there. That was badass, though.

My major's still Russian, but I'm looking at switching it to rock star extraordinaire because I'm awesome.

Elly and I are not still friends. I have not spoken to her in over five months, I think. It was very, very ugly. Get on AIM or something once in a while.

Also, imbedded parentheticals are the shizzittle.

I'm doing well, I hope your situation is for the better (I didn't know if you might still be at least friends with Elly, see, since my breakups are always so drawn out and fortunately, lately (as in, in the past 4 years, since I've had two in that amount of time) they've managed to foster relationships afterwards. Wow, imbedded parentheticals, I'd been trying to avoid that, I haven't done it in years, and this was totally accidental.)

Anyway, what have you been up too? What the hell is your major right now anyway? Is Albany still even there? Dude at the mall still owes me money for selling my painting....

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There are words here

Yeah, Albany Eric. Elly and I are no longer together, for good this time (finally).

Hope you're doing okay.

Eric? Albany Eric? Does Ellie still play DDR?

(The hope is that the one random question will really throw things off kilter.)

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Cries of impending doom rose from the soil... A million voices full of fear... These are the cries of the carrots... Tomorrow is harvest day, and to them, it is, the Holocaust. Damn you! Let the Rabbits wear glasses!