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Birthday: 3/13/1990
Interests: Let’s get fucked up and die ‘cause you won’t listen to me while I talk to the wall and I’m dry like a drum so fine I’ll leave. If I could sleep forever could we keep it together but I have no resolution and when you leave for work I think you’re turning to flirt but everything is exactly how it seems. Just when you think you’ve got control, just when you think you’ve got a hold… is this it? Watermelon. Or like a panda with a mean face. Or the smell of a black board eraser. Or a sandal with pressure points drawn on them. Or a Sunday morning when you wake up and it's raining. Dream a little dream of me.
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Member Since:
6/3/2004
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| Run, run, run away, come again another day.
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| Since I'm here I might as well update.
Just saw a cruddy production of MacBeth at Brucemore. The best actress was only in one scene; yet another reason to feel bad for Lady MacDuff.
In contrast, I'm watching Thank You for Smoking, a movie that, so far, is fantastic. Somehow it's painted honesty as a good quality while depicting all it's characters as horrible. Prominent among them is the main character, a tobacco lobbyist, who is just as horrible as everyone else yet likable. Much better than cruddy MacBeth.
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| Egads, an update. I fucked up today. Big time. I don't know why I did it and I hate that I did it. I hate the consequences it could have. At this point, I hate myself. But... the thing is, I think this is why I want to study psychology (specifically personality or developmental/child psychology). I'd kill to know why I was so stupid and possibly fucked up a friendship that is very important to me. I really want to know why I acted like a moron and a hypocrite. I... I can't talk to her yet because she deserves to talk to someone else first and she should be away from me because I did something horrible but I want to talk to her so badly and it would be really nice to why. Why people are the way they are. My path in life is to fuck and up and study why. Huzzah. Oh, and, hopefully, to create beautiful, insightful, painful things with words. | | |
| School's over. THANK GOD. I'm jobless and don't really know what to do with myself at the moment, though. But I'm babysitting tomorrow, a week from tomorrow, and maybe this weekend so I'll have some money, at least. I owe my dad a dinner. For now I plan to sleep in as MUCH AS POSSIBLE. I think I've earned it. Oh yeah. My schedule still isn't fixed. Isn't that dandy? IT'S A HAPPY, BRIGHT LAYOUT! Uh... 'cause I wanted a new one. | | |
| This has to be the worst school year ever. It's taking so damn long to end. My list has dropped down to one thing; the chem project. I'm pretty bad at chemistry, so we'll see how it goes. | | |
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