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Car accident. I'm okay, car isn't. My baby! Life lesson: never give your car a name.
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[21 Oct 2009|07:10pm] |
I stayed home sick and read this little ruby, cover to cover. The writer tells his very humorous personal story on his stay in Pyongyang as an animator. It is very funny but also depicts the sad and eerie lifestyle in North Korea. It makes me very happy that I am living in America. If you are in a reading rut definitely pick this up! It took me maybe an hour to read.
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[05 Oct 2009|09:16pm] |
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I am crying out every stupid word out of the ~500 i have to write for this stupid college essay. I am left with my underbelly openly exposed to college admission people, complete strangers, for them to criticize it and reject it but I can't fake my way to a good college essay, no way. Please just cry as much as i am while writing this, one of you stupid colleges!
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[20 Sep 2009|12:16pm] |
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I am already SO SICK OF THE KANYE MEME!!!
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[08 Sep 2009|07:24pm] |
WANT!
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[26 Aug 2009|04:12pm] |
I cry oceans each and every time
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[23 Aug 2009|09:56pm] |
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i just finished the last book to a series i have been reading since i was ten, everything sucks
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[26 Jun 2009|11:13pm] |
"When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell. 'Cause I am a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell. It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies dressed in white, I like black times and black hoodies."
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[22 Jun 2009|03:27pm] |
I SAW PATRICK WOLF LIVE
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it was lovely
( in these hard times, we'll work harder! )
he was just as sparkly and wonderful as i had dreamed.
there are more pictures in my piece of shit flickr.
i want to go to his show in manhattan tomorrow but i don't have a phone with which to contact anyone. boooooo
xr
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[07 Jun 2009|10:35pm] |
WELL HELLO, i am the plaque on your teeth after not brushing for a few days and i am the moment during a car ride that you think of every single event in your life that led you up to there.
I am a super-complicated machine of the universe, raging with near-toxic levels of hormones. some times i am smoking cigarettes and hiding hickeys from my mom, using five dollar words in poems you read over and over again. other times i am five foot nothing with messy bangs and bruised little legs, in the bathroom wearing my father's old flannel shirt i wore to art camp in the summer. inhaling deeply, i will stretch my arms out to either side and in my mind expand my belly bulge and my arms until i am him, shirt snugly fitting, buttons popping.
i am not growing absolutely, chronologically. growing sometimes in some ways, not in the other. This plague, adolescence....i am awkward transitions, potential, changes. Changes! They've yet to kill me....
all i know is this picture reminds me and makes me fucking sick to death
this is not what i expected to be before everything. and now? everything is bittersweet. i never wanted this
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[25 Feb 2009|10:58pm] |
and while i miss my mum and know that the only other person she has to talk to on her honeymoon is her husband, i really like it being just me and my brothers. no stepsiblings! just us watching tv together and living off of poptarts and coffee and gingerale. having the heat broken and we're all wrapped in blankets watching dumb cartoons until midnight on a school night. the three musketeers kicking it old school.
i miss how things used to be !!!!!
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[09 Dec 2008|10:10pm] |
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A free getaway with all expenses paid free food free nights at the hotel of the dead i'm sorry i haven't come visited very much but you know how i am has it really been almost a year already i don't believe that. you have supplied me with the most beautiful words the most painful sorrows my finite mind could even possibly fathom to experience and yet as a pair we were inarticulate, crass swine causing ruckus in the fields i shan't stay long if you'll understand but i appreciate the continental breakfast
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[02 Dec 2008|09:47pm] |
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and when we all read, following along, that Billy Bibbit was driven by guilt to leave forever it was like we had all reached, at the very same time, a large, united loss. Stones in our stomaches and a dizzy, hazy stillness.
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[12 Sep 2008|08:27pm] |
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i am just a fool who only really is in love with being in love
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[31 Mar 2008|03:20pm] |
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i feel i have to post this because it is simply one of my most favourite things i've ever read
( Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot )
No, nothing he writes ever gets old, ever
I have been listening to a lot of Joanna Newsom lately, have a listen too
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