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14 October 2001 at 11:35 pm

saw woven/mangofest tonight. was having perfectly delightful evening until a few moments ago, but more on that in a bit.

so roommate sarah was supposed to come with me to see play, but she decided she had too much hw and couldn't. asked stephanie, but she couldn't. was going to ask kjersti, but ran into suzzi first and asked her. and suzzi fucking has a car, and thus, she is my New Best Friend (ha ha). so suzzi wants to go so we leave at 5 and go to urban outfitters to buy the slippers and 2 tanks i hadn't been able to buy last night. we went back to the new age shop, where people are so achingly nice, and bought incense (including one called Fire Goddess. Smooth.) we made our way to cali pizza kitchen, which rocked as always (but is more fun in d.c.) and then to the play, where supernice ticket guy gave us tickets for tonight even though my tickets were for last night. and we went in and it was Awesome. it was Beyond Awesome. it Spoke to me. it started with this guy doing this amazing juggling act, but that makes it sound so piddly. it was really, really cool. and i was just enrapt for 2 hours and even though iw as sitting on the ground really uncomfortable, the hours flew by and it was Amazing! And suzzi was way cool and talkative. so we're driving back and stop by jack in the box to get an oreo cookie shake (i miss applebee's) and talking about how nice it would be to be "faded" (a socal term for stoned. so silly.) and we parked in IV and walked back to the dorm. so i'm walking back from the bathroom and i hear suzzi explaining the night and she says, "yeah, i went with morgan? meghan? morgan? i dunno, anyway."

hm.

at first, i wanted to laugh. then, i wanted to cry. now, i'm just kind of pissy. first off, i HATE the name megan. HATE IT. for me, not in general, for me. morgan's not that great, but i'm not a fucking megan. i'd rather be a margot then a megan. there are differences, people! listen!

that's the problem with today's society. no one listens.

"i turn the radio off. / i don't want to party." - rbg

they have this thing in my dorm where they make a fucking poster when it's your birthday and put it by your room. great. i'll come back to my dorm after winter break, and if anyone remembers it's been my birthday, i'll have a fucking poster. a poster! i think i'll have a bonfire or something with the goddamn poster, signed by all the people who will ask, "who the hell is morgan?" i hate birthdays. not because they're birthdays, but it's never been a big deal to me. i hate receiving gifts. i hate people feeling they have to be Nice to me because today, i was Born! eeee, i hate people feeling they Have to be something. Especially because of a fucking day. like christmas...you Have to be joyful on christmas. on thanksgiving, you Have to be thankful. on new years, you Have to be drunk. fuck it. be whatever you want to be. i think that's why i dont' celebrate anything...just to avoid deliberate emotions. grrrrrr.

suzzi's stupid comment ruined my weekend. realized emotions are v. similar to effects of ecstasy: extremely, insanely happy for a day. then, sunk into depths of Great depression for 2 weeks.

silly life.

oh oh, and one more point. occured to me after asking suzzi that probably should have asked chris. would have been perfect ice breaker! "so, uh, i have this extra ticket for this, uh, thing tonight...uh...wanna go?" cause i'm smooth like that.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.