February 2011
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i need some tea and sympathy
not necessarily in that order
January 2011
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UK>US
Tony: What happened?
Maxxie: Well, he's just like, switched about me being...y'know.
Tony: Blond?
Maxxie: No
Tony: Short?
Maxxie: Gay
Tony: ...shall I give you head?
sometimes i feel like i’m only halfway living. when does the other half start?
this is the time of night I would be posting the lyrics to Your Hand In Mine…if it had any.
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it feels like school is taking the fight out of me i need to take the sag out of my spine and put the fight back in
i need to remember to come up and go down swinging
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I hate those nights when I cant sleep and I’m aching to live vicariously through music, but nothing fits
and these nights i get high just from breathing i swear i way more than half believe it when i say somewhere love and justice shine turn my castles blue, turn my bones to sand just to see you. i’ll give you anything
my soundtrack is my own pathetic attempts at living.
sobriety.
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i cannot wait for my philosophy of love and sex...
i just got sent a survey by the professor
topics include:
monogamy
homosexuality
“love at first sight”
mating for life
marriage
definitions of sex
s’gonna be so dope.
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#whitegirlproblems
my nail broke. like, major major super-painful breakage. i quickfixed it with some nail glue and a tissue. it looks gross. and now, for 92 coats of my chunkiest glitter nail polish
Update: I spilled nail polish all over my pants
its not like the superbowl is all that cool...
there was a collective groan through my dorm right now. whomp whomp whomp.
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i don't want this football game to be over
I may have the TV on mute and I may also be listening to Explosions in the Sky while watching. Football is better with a post rock soundtrack.
My heart is kinda in my throat.
I am playing a video game that is a metaphor for...
http://gambit.mit.edu/loadgame/summer2010/elude_play.php
its really scary. i didn’t realize what it would do to me.
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a) your name and/or username b) where you’re from...
This plan is flawed, I'm sure.
I’m trying to eat all the snacks my parents got for me before I go back to school on Saturday. I’ll either explode, gain ten pounds, or be incredibly satisfied and grateful for my metabolism. We’ll see.
I’m positive this plan isn’t good. I just can’t find the problem.
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my body needs to stop betraying me.
I think its so strange how you remember things. And the times you remember them. Tonight, I remembered how my friend Anais’ father came to school in first or second grade and taught us how to make biospheres. This dude was a total crunchy granola man. He had really long gingery red hair in a ponytail. He wore shirts with frogs and wolves and different species of owls on them. Anais was...
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Daria: Do you think I complain a lot?
Tom: What are you bitching about now?
My So Called Life is how I wish my life was.
Student (reading aloud): My father decides how much cars were worth before they were totalled. That's his job. If I drove myself in his car off a bridge, what would be the estimated damages?
Mr. Racine: Notice he doesn't simply trash his father. He um, found an ingenious way to trash'im.
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“Sometimes it seems like we’re all living in some kind of prison - and the...”
– Angela Chase
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Dear Drake,
Why would anyone ever think it was a good idea to play with a sprained ankle? Is that what you’re trying to say? Why would you use that as a point of reference? You make no sense.
Sincerely, Alli
P.S. I remember when you were Jimmy Brooks. I liked you better then. Dumping Ashley was a good move =)
Nothing surprises her anymore. I broke her.
Me (sitting on the couch next to my mom): Hey mom. Warning, I'm not wearing pants.
Mom: Oh. Well, watch yourself.
Me: I'm wearing panties!
Mom: No, I meant so you don't stick to the couch.
there are moments where i’m gripped with the realization that chances are i’m not going to be able to write the way i want to. i constantly carry around the knowledge that my college degree will be useless unless i decide i want to teach. i know that i won’t be able to make a living off my writing and i’ll be stuck in a menial job i hate. i know i’m going to live with...
