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I understand that you are....a moron.

I've been in a weird place lately. I hope if you've seen me this has been noticeable. I've got to get myself back on the track. I'm really burnt out, and a lot of it is my own doing.

I bought Out Stealing Horses, mostly because it is Norwegian (here: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/24/books/review/McGuane.html) but I find it hard to get into it. perhaps it's my state of mind, my constant physical exhaustion or my inability to concentrate. but I read the review and it sounds like it's right up my alley. oh well. tomorrow is a new day. chest pain does not equal death.
there's a Scandinavian minimalism to it I enjoy.

I value my simplicity and will be, as an offshoot of my mallwalking project, give you a breakdown of the best coffee to be found in the Millcreek Mall. I mean, why the hell not. I mean, whatever. I also will not be spending much time in Edinboro the next two weeks if I can avoid it. it's easy for most people- they live out there. when I have to spend more than eight hours in the 'Boro, I get antsy, understandably.

Lollapalooza's line-up, despite the fact I'm not going (derrr), is disappointing. I'd go for Lou Reed, The Killers, Vampire Weekend, Andrew Bird, Neko Case, TV on the Radio, Chairlift, Arctic Monkeys, Crystal Castles, Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, The Virgins, Glasvegas, Bat For Lashes, Lykke Li, Peter Bjorn and John, Gomez, Passion Pit, The Raveonettes, Santigold (?), Ida Maria.....OKAY I detract maybe not so bad. but Jesus Christ. Celebrate Erie? THREE DOG NIGHT? lame lame lame lame lame. I'm not surprised. but I am surprised Edinboro didn't announce whatever shitty washed-up pop punk band was to be their spring concert....oops: I said it.

I wish people weren't so fucking fixated on weight. good god. I'm sick of it. And I'm sorry this reads more like a livejournal entry than anything substantial.

- Brittany

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