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2002-10-02, 5:01 p.m., "The Worm Has Splurged"

Sorry for not updating in a baker's dozen blue moons, but I have had a lot of uninteresting things rear their dull heads over the month and a half that is September. I have been paying supreme attention to my favorite online diaries, though, and this has increased my apathy toward my own, because they are so damn good and inspirational. Good writing is the kind of writing that makes you never want to keystroke ever again. Be still my bleating heart.

I have seventy papers due by October 10th, so if I write in here again it will be trite and embarassing. I will not expound any further on this matter for fear of sedating you all with a boredom numb.

I guess the only truly weird things that have been happening around these parts is 1) that I haven't talked to Roger in over a week and a half. I call, and he is conveniently never at his dorm. He is also never online. This worries me deeply. However, this does not worry me as deeply as the situation with Stacy does. 2) So much for us being gaining pals together again. She has dropped even more weight and is now down to 120. She is 5'11" and looks really sickly. Dave loves it, which leads me to believe she is being coerced by her man into thinking anorexia is tops. Every time I am eating or half-naked she cringes and chastises me. I, on the other hand, ignore it, do not get mad like I got when I was a gleaming twig last year, and chow on contentedly. Though my gaining has tapered off a bit, I am now up to 188 pounds of pure riot girl action. Everything except my toes and fingers seems to jiggle unabashedly.

It's weird. Looking into the library window as I pass by it, I expect to see my little old self from last year. It looks like a trick mirror now. I feel beautiful. Now, if only Roger could talk to me!

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