So last night I finally emerged from the coccoon that is my campus and went to a 'Rosh Hashanah' (but not really) party at Ivan and Justin's house. 'Twas nice, and rather crazy at some points, but that usually goes without saying for things of such nature
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So Matt came back from Portland and he brought me a can of Inca Cola...I am so touched by that gesture. That's probably one of the sweetest things he could have done
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I hate my fucking brain. I hate my fucking heart (even if the only thing it does is pump blood). I hate my fucking emotions that are way too fucking inappropriate and simply stupid. I fucking hate being stupid and I hate myself for giving myself a chance to be stupid
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Here I am, at the library again, I've two major papers due on Monday, neither of which I have started to work on. I'm wearing my chullo and listening to(and downloading) music. I suppose I'm the mistress of procrastination
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