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Journals: Without a key.

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06.16.08
Green Journal

If this morning were like travel bingo, I could check a few things off of my list that I normally would have difficulty scoring: Great Dane, transvestite, and locked out of the house.

Off to a great start.

I woke up to find a Great Dane in the hallway. You could saddle that dog, and rope cattle. It's huge. Up to my chest, nearly. The dog seems very nice, as are the two housemates I briefly met. They aren't around much; in the military, I guess. The dog is not in the military.

It sure is too bad I don't have a key to the house yet, since the door was locked behind me; luckily, I have all my stuff for the day, except I'm wearing flip flops. I forgot to change my shoes. I may have to pick up some cheap shoes that are a little more presentable since I don't think flip flops are appropriate footwear for going to class. I suppose tonight will be a stressful experience of trying to get into the house without setting off the neighborhood watch.

The transvestite at the 3rd street Starbucks was a reminder to me on the complexities of gender and how being a woman extends beyond growing your hair long and wearing makeup.

Regardless, the day is off to quite a start, and I'm off to the library. The fears I shall be attempting to conquer today include:

I'm not smart enough to learn this stuff and everyone is going to find out that I've been stupid all along.
I'm going to start to annoy my instructor as he realizes I'm stupid.
That I'm not stupid, but lazy.

I sure wish I had the key.