today my other sister graduated eighth grade, an ordeal, plain and simple. everyone was tense at the ceremony. my brother; my mother who laughed nervously at too many things. i think my sister got off the easiest. she didn't have to sit with us. a few hours after graduation she left for a slumber party. good for her. i stayed home until i couldn't stand it, and then i drove back to my apartment. which is where i'm writing you from now. on the way back i broke down from depression, frustration, and loneliness and called the ex. a banner day for me.

i think i'm going to put on the side of this blog, "a wrist-slittingly good time."

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in other cool news, smashed up sanity posted my review of the nin concert on their large page o' reviews. granted my review is not the best written and sort of drooly, but i submitted it the night of the concert, round about 1:30 a.m. so please forgive me. it's great that so many submissions are up there. reading them adds nicely to the "concert experience". so as not to be wholly self-centered, i'd recommend this review because of the lighting commentary from a not-so-typical nin fan.

although... what's typical, really? i mentioned to a co-worker that i have an alexander pushkin web site, and he said, oh, i didn't take you for a pushkin reader. and i thought: huh? so now there's a "type" for 19th-century russian poetry readers? if anything, i'm usually accused being exactly the right "type" for that kind of stuff, and the wrong type for anything else. which just goes to show that people shouldn't engage in brainless speculation like that, and even more, not blurt it out to the object of said speculation.