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Eh, bien. My room is remarkably clean as in 'not having shit strewn all over the floor and clothing draped all over the furniture', but is still quite in need of improvement in the realm of 'I must vacuum before Mom and Paul start attempting to put molding in or they'll both have athsma attacks'. Vacuuming is a pain in the ass but I still really need to do it more.

Haha, I love having so many books that I don't know what to do with them.

Unexplained symptoms from earlier in the week have disappeared, and I feel fine, but for some reason the sides of my neck have decided to go purple. No idea why. I'm used to getting sick but usually it's some sort of ordinary sickness; now I'm half-expecting that next time I get sick I'll have the bubonic plague or something.

J'irai à la Cité demain. ^.^

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Haha. Am so reminded of Mia's Zombie Movie Nights from over the summer.

GAA is tonight and some of us aren't going, so Ed decided to have a goth party. So now tonight, at my house, is Gothic Movie Night/I Don't Feel Like Attending the GAA Party at 7, because (a) it gives us something else to do, (b) we're still doped up on [Johnny Depp and] bad old horror from yesterday, and (c) having Goth Night is utterly ridiculous as, at last count, only about two of us actually would identify themselves as Goth, and ridiculous stuff is FUN. Life is no fun if you can't be ridiculous about it sometimes. (This is why I am Goth and not emo, but that's another discussion.)

This being so, it's good I cleaned my room today. >.>

Now English homework. (Southern Gothic short stories. Hahaha.)

-Claudia