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Sunday, 28 April 2002 | Bad day for people

Tried to dye the red streaks in my hair blue, careful to completely cover the red so that my hair wouldn't be mistaken as a show of patriotism. However, all of it is completely black; only parts of my scalp are blue. My mother will be relieved.

—All day on Saturday, the frat boys down the street drank and whoo!ed and played The Devil Went Down to Georgia at full volume.
—The woman at the thrift store accepted the things I donated without the slightest hint of thanks. I mean, presumably she's going to make money off of it, right?
—So far I haven't found my camera in any of the pawn shops. I learned right away not to mention "stolen camera" to anyone I spoke with on the phone. I'm not sure what I'm going to do if I find it anyway. Buy it back?
—Martin and I drove through a poor black neighborhood on the way to recycle magazines and newspaper and I heard a woman yell, "What are y'all doin over here?"
—At the recycling bins, there was a giant pile of boxes lazily built beside the trash dumpster, five feet from the cardboard-eating bin.
—One of the guys who lives in the apartment beneath me plays the same practice riff on his bass guitar over and over again, every day. He doesn't vary it, and he doesn't seem to improve, really. Today was no exception. I've decided that I'm going to learn the riff myself, plug my bass into my amplifier, and play it back to him. I wonder what he'll do.
—Went out last night, only to question some of my friendships and wonder about people whom I didn't even run into. I think I'm partly to blame, because I was already feeling rather bad before I got there.

On Saturday, April 27th, 2002, people sucked. And I didn't even read the news yesterday.

I came home by midnight and sat up and watched Deliverance for the first time. At the end of the movie, when I stopped the tape, I caught the end of a commercial that said, "North Carolina: Discover the state you live in." If only Deliverance had been about backwoods North Carolina, instead of backwoods Georgia.

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