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Tuesday, January 30, 2007 at 11:38 p.m.

so tonight I watched derailed with steph and steve. I zoned out during it. Who names there baby clive? English people?
Also, hip hop artists should stay the fuck out of movies. IM SO SICK OF IT.

I picked up a bottle of wine after class today and had a sweet chat with the ladies working. For some reason philip glass came up, and music in the movies. I think the girl working there has a crush on me. We talked a couple of times at the bar and I always knock on the window when I pass by, but Im sort of just fucking around. I could always ask for her number..hmmm.
Why havent they hired me already?
I got my eye on two other jobs, but I find myself utterly drained for effort in these winter months.

I made filet mignon tonight for dinner, and my roommate always mentions how "UNSTUDENT" i eat. SO WHAT, because I don't eat ramen noodles every day makes me a fancy eater? Its like 10 bucks to make yourself something, lets call it, adult?
I spent 50 dollars this weekend on just myself at a nice restaurant. It felt nice.
Like my sister always tells me, "brent dont look at the prices, order what you want"

Okay, tomorrow is a busy day, so i better get some sleep. Gotta wake up early, draaaag myself (literally) to my old apartment, clean up the fucking mess barbara left there, take whatever i can salvage, bitch a little, call bar and get my effing plates back (who takes all the plates?)

Daaammmn, look at the mood Im in.
Tomorrow after the move, i can relax, make some dinner with a special lady??, see a movie, and hopefully end the night on a positive note.
Here is to hoping. I am going against everyones advice on this one, but nothing tried, nothing gained.

alright. time for some apprentice.

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