in L shaped tent. camping with people, apparently from high school. it's cold and wet and we keep building a camp fire (in the tent) to keep warm in the evening. i'm freezing.
they're talking about something that i'm not very interested. i make funny expressions in response to their conversation. bb notices and laughs. i'm amused.
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walking home from something or other. having trouble walking as usual. run into ethan bernard. he stops and we chat for a bit. he invites me to go swimming at immigrant lake. apparently the water is the same as in the rogue.
he leaves and i feel inspired to write ariel. i do so by hitting reply to the message ethan sent me (?). after i hit send i'm afraid i forgot to change the replyto address and that ethan got the message. i find it in my outbox (after a bit of trouble figuring out this fucked up e-mail client) and it turns out the original message from ethan was sent from a mail client that wasn't configured (so the message was from nobody or something like that). i'm relieved.
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someone's cutting up lots of white stuff. d is watching. they're fucking huge, so i break them up some more. a lot more.. still too much. it's all fluffy like powdered sugar sorta, but with some sort of fiber-like stuff in it that makes it all poofy.
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sitting behind a large warehouse or dining hall or something with 1 or
2 other people. eyeing colored milk crates. waiting for random
people working there to leave.
