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Tuesday, December 11, 2001 :::

what a day, what a day. i'd definitely give it a ten.

keep in mind that when typing, i consider a "day" to be a full period of consciousness.

so, i slept in mad late, waking around 4:00 PM. i got on the road with plenty of room to make the start time of my sociology exam...everything's fine...i'm cruisin' along Archer Road, listenin' to some King's X...and my car dies. on Archer Road. so i quick throw on my warning lights, while i pray that i don't hit the bumper of the car in front of me. luckily, i roll to a stop before any collision can occur. i try to restart the car several times, but the engine just keeps rolling without success. cars are honking...going around me with hands out their windows...but i'm totally calm, trying to get through to my dad on my phone. i get ahold of mom-she tells me to call drew, have him come out and help me get the car to the side of the road, and call Triple A. so...i call drew, and he agrees to come out to help...and after tryin' the engine a few more times, it turns over.
so i make it to campus around 5, which is when the exam was said to be beginning. i cruise the parking lots; all spaces are taken. after circling around 2 lots several times, a space is finally freed up.
upon entering sociology, i realize that few people are in the classroom. i read the board, which tells me that the exam doesn't begin 'till 5:35. relief mixed with regret for rushing unnecessarily. the exam goes over with a bit of unexpected trouble, but all in all, i'm alright with it.

that's the only part of the day that i really wanted to go into detail with, due to its absolute randomness. i mean, RABIA is a pretty damn good vehicle; i never would have expected it to freak out on me like that...and i never would have expected to be stranded in the middle of traffic on Archer Road-probably the busiest road in Gainesville. so...that was pretty cool; i'm always a fan of anything out of the ordinary.

drew, rob, and i watched a pretty sweet movie on HBO tonight, called...well, i forgot the name. but the star was...amazingly pretty. sooooo pretty. not just "hot," or "sexy," or whatever; she was PRETTY. probably the prettiest actress i'll ever see on television. her name is Brittney Powell, i believe; lemme go check again...yep, that's the name. man...i'm just gonna' stop. the movie, by the way, was called "L.A. Johns." soooooooo pretty. great smile.

drew and i had a wonderful conversation after attempting to watch Magnolia; we had to stop cuz rob fell asleep, and drew needed to get to some homework...but drew and i wound up talking for a good...30 minutes afterwards, at least. reflecting on the past, as we often wind up doing...agreeing that we need to practice more action, and not just theory...talkin' about the future: career possibilities, dreams...sharing crying experiences...thoughts on death, and dealings with it...just...all kinds of stuff. it was great...i felt wonderful afterwards. thank you for drew...thank you. and thank you TO drew, of course. i went in to give him a hug after he'd retreated to his room-and i wound up scaring him to death after putting my hands on his shoulders (he was absorbed by his computer screen)-but it was fine; authenticity is always great. and i'm glad i didn't just pass up my want to just give him a hug as a result of it seeming too corny or whatever. "More action, less theory"

i've been working out a whole lot...soooo sore, but it's a good sore. and i'm still psyched by the thought of dreads.

i'm working on a new blog, so i'll post the addy whenever it's done. it's just going to be poetry and lyrics, since i've kinda' built a wall against that sorta think with this blog.

i'm actually tired tonight...rock on. one silly little paper to do later today, and i'll be completely free of any and all schoolwork. goodmorning...


::: posted by AJBrotz at 5:55 AM


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