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Personal State of Alert:
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Reason for Personal State of Alert:
- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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Positively Negative: A Study in Contrast
2002-07-31 - 10:22 p.m.

I'm HIV negative. Still.

PHEW!

I took another HIV test about a week ago- but unlike the strong strong drama of last time... I went in expecting nothing but good news, and thank God, I got it. It was free this time, and though the facilities were about the most ghetto I've ever been in, including places in the Bronx, the important stuff was clean, which was my blood. She said (the lady... you know, with the hair, and the nurse's uniform), that I didn't have to come back for another year if my risk level stays the same- since I don't have sex all the time, and I am safe when I do. Actually- she seemed more concern about me bleaching my hair again in the near future. I am currently blonded, for those of you keeping track (all me of me).

I am feeling hyper, and efficiency desiring, although I've sorta painted myself into a final, SCAD hole with my portfolio class, being WAY behind at midterm. My plan is to buckle down and get stuff done well, although... how it plays out... well... shit. I think... no, I know I can do it. I'll get it done. My new job has... (did I mention I have a new job?) inspired me to be a better, more organized designer, because I'm seeing a lot of unorganized, ill-designed student work that makes me think the world *needs* me amongst the better designers. I'm not the only procrastinating bastard out there, that's for sure, and... I'm cute too.

"Well of course I'd love to sit around and chat, only I can't" -Radiohead

New job!! I like. Only... I want a .50 cent per hour raise... the lack of money I'll be making from it depresses me slightly. My sense of money needs to come down from the "Wheee!" feeling I've had with it lately... 6 dollars an hour is definitely affecting that.

And... since I don't think I described my job in any detail yet- I shall do that now. I work at a print place downtown, serving as a production assistant, getting files printed on the different machines in the office, and doing laminations, trimming, mounting, and that kinda stuff. I need experience in the non-technical stuff, and I'm getting it hands on... so far, I'm so-so... but with each day comes increased confidence in my ability not to fuck things up royally. Mark, who I work under... recognizes my timidness when it comes to that stuff, and wants me to go out there and do it more often, and quit being such a fuc... nawh... he didn't say that. But- I know what I gotta do, and I can do it. Growl! I'm a tigah!

Other things... I'm HIV Negative! YEAH! Free condoms!! Who wants the sex! I got the sex RIGHT HERE!!

Libido level: 59%. It's working it's way up slowly... though... man. I wish I was horny. Hahah... I'm bizarre.

Eat spinach and like it, ho!!!

(That means I love you.)

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...