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[09 Dec 2007|04:29pm] |
hey guys,
i've had this since i was a junior sophomore in high school, and uh.
i think it's time to move on.
check me out at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) paperbackings if you like that kind of thing.
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[24 Oct 2007|10:53am] |
saturday, at least two separate babies smiled at me, i was given free cake, i almost peed my pants laughing, and i saw the biggest rainbow of my life.
in the past two days, i fell down a hill, saw two dead birds, and got my umbrella stolen. on a really rainy day.
the screenwriter for my life really has to start thinking of better montages to get the point across.
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[06 Sep 2007|08:14am] |
fake grape flavor is really more like a symbol for grape flavor. it tastes nothing like actual grapes, but we are trained to recognize it as, "ooh, grapey!"
odd.
fake banana is best anyway.
oh yeah, i'm back at school.
and i've been getting up early every day. by choice.
fancy that.
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[22 May 2007|11:15pm] |
i'm coming home tomorrow.
i'm ambivalent.
this summer, the pioneer valley is playing host to califone, wilco, low, bob dylan, and cat power.
syracuse is getting staind, linkin park, and "yo momma's big fat booty band".
ugh.
happy summertime to me.
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[30 Apr 2007|09:20pm] |
comment here, &
1: i'll respond with something random about you.
2: i'll challenge you to try something.
3: i'll tell you a color i associate with you.
4. i'll tell you something i like about you.
5: i'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6: i'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7: i'll ask you something i've always wanted to ask you.
8: if I do this for you, you must post this in your journal. you don't gotta
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[25 Apr 2007|05:49pm] |
i have lately taken to google-image searching the answers to my deep existential questions.
a search for "will i die alone?" yielded pictures of 'the saintly archbishop turpin', a food pyramid, and tori spelling, while google responded to "is there a god?" with a reese's peanut butter cup, some graphs, a weird kangaroo-monkey hybrid looking thing, and a dude with a really sweet 'stache. i am nearly certain that if i were to really delve into some deep tea-leaves style interpretation, i would have some pretty serious answers here.
also, there are few things more satisfying than seeing attractive boys in the library or something, vaguely recognizing them, and then realizing you've seen them naked. i suggest you see as many people naked as possible so that you can share in this experience.
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[20 Apr 2007|03:40am] |
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i worry too much about what should be, instead of what is.
turns out, what is
is pretty ok.
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[22 Mar 2007|09:05pm] |
my mother, discussing people from my childhood:
"who was that girl you went to school with? she was a twin? she was kind of a slut? yeah. she was a slut, and her mother was a slut, and her father looked a little moondoggy...what?! she was a slut! she was really slutty!"
mmm it's nice to be home
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[26 Feb 2007|09:53pm] |
- comic sans is the worst font ever
- my biochem notes online include a repeated mspaint image of a fetus that makes me shudder every time i see it. there is also an inexplicable unicorn on top of every pdf page
- i have about two weeks left to do transfer applications and i am still paralyzed by essay anxiety
- comic sans is still the worst font ever
earlier tonight i was on the phone with my mother, who was berating me about some time management thing or another, and she ended the conversation by saying, "if you want to talk to your father to complain about me, call back in 10 minutes, he is watching a basketball game." gee whiz, mom, as tempting as that sounds, i really don't have the time or desire to call back in 10 minutes just to complain. that is what the internet is for.
i hate comic sans SO much
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[13 Jan 2007|05:31am] |
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i live my whole life like a chess game. i sit and stare at the layout and try to develop a strategy and waste several hours trying to figure out what the opponent's next move will be, while trying not to to give away my own plan, before finally making one tiny, insignificant move. i have yet to be able to say, "checkmate."
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[23 Nov 2006|02:03pm] |
this is completely gay, but thanksgiving and all the other holiday crap always does make me kind of warm and fuzzy.
every year my family delivers meals on wheels to old people, and it just trips some sort of wire in me, i guess.
also today i saw several puppies and it's a sunny day and i am just so happy to be home and it's making me all full of love and stuff.
so if anyone wants to like, bake cookies or run through meadows or anything, now's a good time. also if you need any favors, get me while i'm feeling sweet and generous, because by january odds are i'll be back in cynical asshole land.
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[07 Nov 2006|01:13am] |
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if the girl across the hall blasts "piano man" one more time...
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[01 Sep 2006|11:04pm] |
i am sitting in a little room in an old brick building on top of a big grassy hill in western massachusetts and apparently i live here now.
how very strange. ( you can write to me if you like. )
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[07 Aug 2006|06:59pm] |
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in florence. i have no words for how incredible europe has been. it also feels like i have been away for much longer than i have. i miss home. i am overwhelmed and sunburned and happier than i have been in a while, but i am also sick of my family and miss syracuse. is that strange? i have had so many adventures and there is no possible way to express everything here but when i get home, know that i will be bubbling.
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[26 Jul 2006|04:30pm] |
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leaving for europe tomorrow. leave me your address if you want a postcard.
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[13 Jul 2006|08:38pm] |
it's slightly more than vaguely retarded when people list their internet "interests" and feel the need to proclaim that they enjoy shit like "kissing" or "sex" or "making out." um? don't we all?
i wish i worked full-time so i didn't have time for the overwhelming smack on the forehead that is the internet. can school start please? i bought my extra-long sheets already, and anxiety be damned, i'm ready to move to massachusetts and get it overwith.
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