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I was talking on the phone with my parents tonight when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone and asked my parents what to do - I'm prone to paranoia about that sort of thing and abject fear started coursing through my body... heart rate quickening, palms sweating, that awful sense of dread that sets in right at the nape of my neck and clutches ferociously - They told me not to answer it and I didn't. A few moments later, a flashlight shines through the windows outside my room, looking out into the gated backyard.

Hang up and call 911, my parents tell me, and I do. I don't know how dispatchers remain so calm; I sort of fluctuated between "Oh my god, I'm going to die" and chatting with him about school and my roommates and that sort of thing. Two cars were on the way, he said, with two officers each. I had seen some kind of utility truck in front of the house a while earlier, I mentioned a little later, but I didn't understand why they'd be there that late at night.

What seemed like an eternity later, the officers arrived - all four of them - and told me that the utilities folks were in the adjacent backyard doing some work. I'm dressed in short sleep shorts and a worn, transparent tee shirt. We walked through the backyard and the officers told the FPL workers that there had been some complaints. They were grumpy. We're fixing the power, they said. We walked back into the house and just then, the power goes out.

I can't stay here without any lights on, I said. I have a candle here, but no lighter. No matches. I don't smoke. It's like Survivor, one of them said. "Light flint with a rock, that shit is hotter than the sun." I was watching Man vs. Beast the other night, another one mentioned. We tried to use the cigarette lighter in my car, but to no avail. Don't any of you smoke?, I ask. That'll kill you, one replies. You've got enough liquor here to have a good old time, another officer assures me after assessing the collection stored in our hutch.

I ask if I can go in with one of the officers and his flashlight to collect a few things, maybe leave the house until the lights come on. They all kind of pat one on the back and say he'll take care of me. He follows me in, I grab a jacket to cover up and my bag. Let us know if we can do anything else for you, he says. Alright, thanks, good night. Off to CVS, my new favorite store, and I feel a little shady as, still shaking, I fumble for ninety-one cents change to pay for a lighter, nothing else for me tonight, thank you.
fuzzy

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I'm still reeling from a horrible dream Friday night in which I was forced to move back on campus and live with three of the girls from the gossip girl series. They were so mean and cool, but I was too shy to talk to them so I couldn't party with the cool kids and I seemed as awkward as ever. What a stupid dream.

I'm thinking about my birthday cake lately, because thinking about bars in Sarasota is too depressing. My dilemma is this: Part of me wants a chocolate-ginger cake, but a. I don't really want a chocolate cake on my birthday, and b. I can't think of a suitable frosting. My other option is earl grey cake which seems nice because I love earl grey, but I'm worried it will flop, plus I don't know what to frost it with. Just vanilla "butter""cream?" I just don't know.
fuzzy

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holy guacamole, today i saw stephen king at barnes and noble! he was wearing a "save the cheerleader, save the world" shirt. how cute is it that he's into heroes?

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i am kind of tired of livejournal, but i think i'd someitmes like to write about some of the books i read. right now, i'm working on rosa lee: a mother and her family in urban america. i've always known people live differently than i do, but it's interesting to get an in-depth look at a quite different way of life. so i'd recommend it. plus, i learned what a "billie" is and now some of my favorite rap songs make a lot more sense.
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