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my first class was cancelled today (woo-hoo!) BUT i hauled ass and got dressed and washed myself n shit, went all the way up to the third floor to see a fucking "go home fools" sign on the door...

then this girl that's in my class walked by me, so i said..oh class is cancelled, and she's like seriously, and i was like, yea, so i told her how i had to stay at canisius till 6, and then she asked where i lived, we had a short conversation and then she drove me home---what a sweet girl, too...i guess she just got engaged this christmas and the guy who's fixing up their apartment died, so they have to do it themselves...

*rant*

sometimes i wonder why we tell strangers such personal information, i mean i know it was all small talk, but the "bill maurer question of the day" is "how small....is small talk?"...i bet her parents don't even know that much about her...like she probably went back to her mom's house (which is where she's living now, but her stuff is at her fiance's dad's house), called her man, mentioned the class was cancelled..probably mentioned me, then she looked in the fridge, maybe got a diet coke out, got to watch her fix of 'all my children' fur the first time this semester, reflected on a childhood memory when her mom used to make her pudding pops

everyday after preschool...and they'd sit there together, eating their pudding pops

, she had a chocolate one and her mom had a key-lime pie one, cause it reminded her of her aunt's farm in poughkeepsie

, where she and her cousin would throw old buttons at the horses and make "kerry" mud pies that they named after this girl they went to sunday school with cause she dressed kinda funny...so they called her mudpuppet..and years later someone else on the other side of the country would hear this same story i'm telling you now, and name their band after it...because the lead singer's dad thought the lyrics we're "dirty", hence "mud" puppet...and the girl from my class and her mom would watch all my children together until her sarcastic father came home from the lumber mill, grunted something sexist and went to the bathroom to take a two hour shit, while he reflected about...absolutely nothing....

*end of rant*

but i still have to go to class tonight at 6, u know...Mamet

awaits...