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[Jun. 6th, 2007|11:25 am] |
I had a dream last night about folding butterflies. They were dull pastel colors, and at first appeared to be long, slim, and mostly unthreatening. But when they flapped their wings, they unfolded to about TWICE the width of a normal butterfly.
We were looking at them in some sort of exhibition thing, and I begged my mom to move on. William and I were children again, but different...I think we were Indian. Maybe we lived in Bombay. No idea why this is, except that I've been reading too much Salman Rushdie lately. Anyway, we went back to our strange brick apartment complex, where my jackass neighbor Wil and family mysteriously also lived. Then Dad had to fight off some nondescript badmaash of some kind, and I escaped down the conveniently located fireman's pole.
I've been having weird dreams lately. |
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[Mar. 25th, 2007|09:44 am] |
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So I was thinking about Jim Morrison today, and then the 27 Club in general. And I thought, what if I were a member of the 27 Club? That would mean I only have 7 years left to do something great. To burn out bright and fast. It really lights a fire under my ass to...sit around my room. Post on livejournal. Think vague thoughts about important things I might do, instead of studying or working on papers. Well okay anyway. |
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[Feb. 25th, 2007|03:38 pm] |
GRAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
I rarely have a problem with regretting things I've done. Instead, I always seem to regret the things I DIDN'T do. Like last night. A certain guy that was obviously just dying for me to kiss him. And I wanted to...but there was never a good moment. And then the good moment came, and I just said goodnight. I hate myself sometimes. A hug. A goddamn hug. Maybe he'll call me anyway? |
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[Feb. 24th, 2007|12:04 pm] |
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Dios mio. Every time I go into our dorm bathroom, it's like I've somehow stepped into the set of Laguna Beach. "Like, Jeeeeeennnnnn! I'm so totally going to have a BURN HICKY on my neck!" I don't think I can even describe it. And of course it's always the same annoying girl: the one who stands in the bathroom in her towel carrying on long cell phone conversations, the one who leaves her kettle whistling on the stove for 30 minutes, the one who sits in the middle of the hallway so you have to step over her. The one who's louder than fuck almost every night. My favorite person. I LOVE DORMS!!! |
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[Feb. 21st, 2007|08:16 pm] |
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I waited in on the cold bricks in front of Memorial Hall today for 6 hours to get Ben Folds tickets. Woke up at 4:00, totally didn't take a shower. I drank two huge containers of coffee without any water to wash it down, and ended up with this amazing salty taste in my mouth for hours afterwards. Today was great. Let's hope the trend continues. Starting with my lame African and Asian Costumes exam tomorrow... |
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[Feb. 18th, 2007|08:41 pm] |
So, in addition to being the Queen of Lysol, I've decided I must also be the Queen of Conversing with the Opposite Sex.
I just finished an incredibly awkward conversation with this Clemson guy I sort of know. We were talking about how we need to hang out over St. Patty's Day weekend, and I felt myself becoming awkward and difficult to talk to. I tried to extricate myself from the conversation by saying "Well, better get back to reading my Gogol criticism." Which made him ask me who Gogol was. So off I go on a way sexy tangent about Gogol and Russian literature and blah blah blah. "You're taking a class on just one guy?" Damn, I sound like a pretentious ass! I wanted to make myself sound less arrogant. So I explained why I was taking it through the Russian dept instead of an English class, that English classes always have extra bullshit analysis. That's true, but somehow it made me sound like even MORE of an ass.
But he seemed cool with it...and we said goodnight. And that was the end. When am I ever going to just give up? In 2009. If, by 2009, I STILL am not in a real relationship, I think I'm going to flat surrender for a few years. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2007|10:33 pm] |
I feel like Death.
Thank God I finally have some steriods, antibiotics and tessalon.
Oh, and by the way: Valentine's Day is the most depressing fucking day of the year. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2007|10:41 pm] |
It's great to look at yourself in the mirror at night and realize, "holy shit, I look rough!"
Also, I've got this cough virus thing. Went to student health today for meds, and the doctor made me take an inhaler. I haven't used an inhaler in years, but he wanted me to start using it at night to help with the coughing. It's amazing! I felt instantly better! Maybe I should start carrying one in case I have asthma problems. Maybe like my allergist always told me to. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2007|11:09 pm] |
I overheard the most adorable conversation today as I was walking past the Hanes Art Center on my way to buy some new earrings. The cutest couple was standing off to my right, lightly holding hands.
"I am NOT going to kiss you when you've got that big glob of snot hanging down!" He whispered lovingly. I was merely twenty feet away, and I could barely hear it over my iPod.
"What? There's nothing there."
"YES there IS! You've got boogers all over your lip!"
"I do not. There's absolutely nothing there."
"No. I'm not kissing you. Look, I'll take a picture of it and show it to you once we get inside."
It was heart-warming. He cared too much about her image to let anyone see him taking a picture of her booger-face. I wanted to share this little vignette in honor of Valentine's Day. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2007|05:39 pm] |
I saw this on Clark's livejournal and thought why not do it instead of my essay for History tomorrow.
So, ( here goes. ) |
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