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you know, i think reading week would be scads more fun if my dad had a job. or was on vacation. instead of laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, and making comatose noises, i get to gather all sorts of fascinating anecdotes.

anecdote 1
vit: i need to drink.
me: fine example you're setting. at this rate, i'll become an alcoholic too, someday.
vit: good. you should.

anecdote 2
vit: you're coughing again.
me: no i'm not.
vit: if you're coughing now, it'll be worse when you're old. no one wants a coughing grandma. your boyfriend won't find you attractive any more.
me: if i'm a grandma, he'll be a grandpa, and he won't be so picky.
vit: he won't be a grandpa. he's a jew. he won't marry you.
me: then what difference does it make if i cough or not?

i've decided that if josh and i ever break up, i'm gonna find another jew, out of spite.

i can't remember what i've been doing lately, but that's nothing new. all i know for sure is that i watched average joe last night. i'm rooting for brian. go scrawny brooklyn man!
gonna hit up the sears festival tonight, to show support for adnan. yaay!