my birthday is in 11 days
just so you fuckers can start to get ready

pictures of my cousins when they were here a couple of weeks ago

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the truth is, reading journals has become a somewhat masochistic practice for me. i feel inadequate and plain and uninteresting after doing so and i worry someday someone will come along and blow my cover, see me as what i am, a fraud, an imposter, a hypocrite, a wannabe. but i still do it, day after day, hour after hour.

click this!

and watch the very adorable and possibly boring video of my dog trying to procure a drumstick from my brother. c'mon, you can spare two and a half minutes out of your life to watch this, and 30 seconds more to tell me just how friggin' cute he is.

so my period was late for over a week, which was fun, i guess, in an any-minute-now-i-might-have-to-start-randomly-stab-people-in-the-leg-with-a-fork-just-to-see-a-bit-of-blood kinda way.

the things i've done in the last few months while not having ANY social life whatsoever, other than with the manchild i'm bizarrely in love with:

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new years eve was spent at a crowded outdoor gig being hugged by the boy and not being impressed by the twelve-million-dollar-fireworks, feeling fat and disgusting, but complete. 2005 was getting this demanding tutoring job which should've made me rich, but instead i'm so much poorer than i was the same time last year. money's gone to mom and bank ( Read more... )

some indie pictures, in case anyone's curious what the indie musicians from taiwan look like:

the clippers

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for a little over a week now, i've been contemplating the idea of dropping out of school. today was the first time i told anyone(jennifer) about this. constantly being unmotivated and reluctant has built up more self-loathing than i think i'm willing to tolerate to get a diploma. also my living environment, more specifically, the prospect of having ( Read more... )

jesus it's cara not carol. GET IT THE FUCK RIGHT.

dose anyone know how to play wav. files?

i have half an hour to spare before my french lesson in a morgue. the air conditioning in that classroom is so intense that after each class i always feel like i've gotten brain damaged rather than educated. speaking of intense, that's the perfect word to describe the level of my abhorrence for school at the moment ( Read more... )