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The Annoying One and I have reconciled. We've come to a sort of agreement: he stops being an ass; I stop ridiculing him in front of his friends in retaliation. When he breaks this agreement in, oh, say, twenty minutes, I want myself on the record as having said "I told you so." That is all.

My poetry writing class at GW starts on Wednesday. I can't wait. I'm literally hopping up and down at strange times during the day because I really really want to be in that class and not in Health, which is what I used to take in that time period. My sentences suck. I had very little sleep last night. As you can see, my thought organization sucks as well.

I just finished watching Buffy season six again. This time, I watched the Rise and Fall of the Scooby Empire in a week, which is a hell of a depressing way to spend quality vegetable hours. But I've come to terms with Willow's problems and Spike's hurting Buffy and Xander's general idiocy and Giles' perpetual leaving and coming back and leaving and coming back. If I have time to write my thoughts on the matter at some future time, I will. For now, I'm just happy it's over and I'm going to watch "Something Blue" four or five times to drown my sorrows in the cheesy script, fluffy Spuffyness, and horrible faux-British Spike accent.

There's something I should have done and am forgetting, which is bugging me no end. Undoubtedly, I'll remember it at some point in the future, after it's too late to do anything about it. Anyway, it's off to bed for a quick pick-me-up nap and then into the shower, into my dress, and out to the Winter Formal dance.

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