I can't sleep at night.
I want to read, but I can't.
I want to write, but I can't write anything real.

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everything she said was the prologue to some great story that would never be read. she did secret things: she only ever frowned in the mirror. for hours she laid on the train tracks thinking that if trains flattened pennies, why couldn't they straighten out her life? she launched paper airplanes into the wind. maybe you caught one miles later, ( Read more... )

i like college.

i spent my friday night alone at the grind and playing boggle with my mom. i'm not sure how i feel.

Ask me to take a picture of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about - it can be anything from the house I live in to my favorite shoes. Leave your choice here as a comment, and I will reciprocate by taking the pictures and posting them as an LJentry.

last night i saw the counting crows and they DIDN'T PLAY MR. JONES AND ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wtf!!!

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