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I wish I knew why my dad thinks he has to know everything and pries nearly endlessly. I hate it. This is partly why I don't want to be here. The other part is that it just sucks.

I dreamed a lot last night. One of them involved someone I used to go to school with, and playing Magic, which we hadn't done since 7th grade. Another was a nightmare involving my dad being an ass about financial aid and future study at Reed being threatened.

Crazy.

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Some things you can't do in the Albuquerque Public Library but can do in Hauser Fun Dome:

1. Sleep.
2. Be drunk or otherwise intoxicated.
3. Have offensive bodily hygiene.

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Tomorrow I'm going to go to the public library, register to use the computers, get online, and sign up for a new ISP, because christ, I can't take some of this shit anymore. Only on my AOL account am I plagued by this random person who always ends up talking about sex. And earlier I tried posting in a different journal, and I was suddenly logged into this one, but then it went to the recent entries for the one I was trying to post in, and it was all just completely messed up and crack-smoking.