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    <title>coo-coo-cachoo</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <lj:music>simon &amp; garfunkel | mrs. robinson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this entry is dedicated to those everyday things that make me incredibly ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at work my boss and i discussed movies while sipping on hot tea and eating french pastries. &lt;br /&gt;before class, i decided to take a walk down the street to sav-on to get christmas lights for our balcony.  it didn't really phase me when i returned home to find that they didn't work, and that's because i spent the entire walk stomping through orange and red crackly leaves on uneven residential streets.&lt;br /&gt;later, latin class was actually tolerable, and we planned out our huge no-latin-for-a-month celebration that will take place after our final next friday.&lt;br /&gt;in english, katie and i talked about rent.&lt;br /&gt;after class, the girls and i went to see &lt;i&gt;walk the line&lt;/i&gt; because we are giddy about joaquin phoenix and johnny cash, especially when they are the same person. we ran, laughing hysterically, through a sketchy parking garage and the brisk streets of pasadena to get to the movie on time. and afterwards when the lights came back on we all realized that every other person in the theatre was one part of a couple and they were all making out. and it was nauseating, but incredibly cute.&lt;br /&gt;and today i took off an hour early from work for the sole purpose of playing guitar. and at my lesson my teacher basically affirmed my playing and i feel like a fucking rock god (though i'm far from it). and then i ran into ben at the cooler and we ate milk and cookies while discussing our future apartment in san francisco.&lt;br /&gt;these moments somehow make it okay that later this week i have to suck it up and write a couple of potentially kick-ass papers.</content>
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