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Warning: This is a rant. Feel free to move on.
This is perhaps the main reason I won't survive in the real world without a husband ( Read more... ) -
American Idol Top 3
So yesterday I was going around Sarasota. We picked up a girl from Fruitville Elementary and on their sign was something about how Syesha Mercado went there and graduated from Booker. And I was like, "Oh yeah, she grew up here. I forgot about that ( Read more... ) -
What happened to my happy drowning?
I can feel my mind slipping down the incline of my pillow. I can feel energy in my folded arms and locked fingers, trying so hard to stay afloat atop the bobbing waves of breath. But that's slipping, too ( Read more... ) -
i lost my memory, for you had none
machine machine
not love nor slave
what key can unlock
secrets i wanted to share?
i am lost
it is lost
so lost
so you and i take a fresh start
we make new plans
begin new projects
but all i can think of
is the one that got away
i failed to save
you failed to rescue
machine machine
weak little thing
have i been killing you
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Darn those lean pockets!
They're so darn tasty, I want a second one
But that would totally negate their lean-ness.
Yeargh!
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Words are Nifty
So we're studying Apollinaire in French lit right now. He's basically the father of calligrams, which are poems in which the forms of the letters and the forms of the verses are deeply intertwined with the meaning and theme of the poem itself.
It's really cool.
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Ick
So I, in general, don't take to guys who try to spark a conversation by asking how old I am. That's basically asking if I'm legal yet, and as such they cannot have any good intentions. Unless they come up with a reason for asking such a question. But if they immediately try to change the subject to something else upon learning that I am 20, well ( Read more... ) -
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I make terrific omelets. I just thought I'd share that with the world. -
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I just read some poetry that I wrote for an English assignment in high school.
Oy!
I may not be the best writer, but I think I have vastly improved since three years ago.
Here's a toast to progress.
