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I've recently discovered that I look FABULOUS in straight, shoulder-length light pink hair with bangs and a curl at the ends. Unfortunately I stole this hair, while drunk at the frat party, and have to give it back next Tuesday. In exchange, I will be given the blue leather jacket I forgot on the living room floor, marinating in a puddle of beer that had seeped in from the deck where I'd just shotgunned the third beer of my life. The frat party was fun, but I missed the limbo contest, and also the cops. Matt and Mike R walked me home at a disgracefully early hour - never again will I bring a 26 to a party and refuse to use a shotglass - where I laid down on the living room floor playing with my pink hair and trying to get to the bedroom.

Metric concert on Saturday! I'm so excited. We're going to have a last hurrah type thing at Jess's place beforehand, as she's moving out at the end of the month, and I intend to dance dance dance to the Party Monster soundtrack.

I'm re-writing a poem at the moment, called "Response" and inspired by Allen Ginsberg's "America." I have many doubts - I've already written an Allen Ginsberg poem this semester, and "Canada" just doesn't have the same ring as "America" (although I'm trying), and I'm scared I'll be accused of ripping off AG because the format is so similar. Gah! I'd rip out my hair if I didn't love it so much. Other writing projects: Am thinking of scrapping "Scopophilia," the one-act play that was one of those fun, daring experiments that just didn't work out because, among other things, I had forgotten to insert dramatic tension. Gah again! I'm thinking of re-writing it as a short story, as it's all cerebral and physically static, etc. Which means I need a new play in three weeks. Perhaps something about socialist pre-schoolers? I've been toying with that idea for months; maybe it's time to finally hit the drawing board.