Happy Bloody Fuckin'
New Year.

OH GLORY BE!

My new lappy hath fin ally arrived!
Goodnight desktop, mornin' lappy.

So yeah, I should be updating more frequently now, not to mention checking your journals even more often.
TAHOOOOOTLES, me frns.

Mother just put Beach Boys on...LOUDLY.

More odd is the fact that I am officially a highschool graduate.
Subsequently, I am FaceBook-erized.
Facebook me kids.

MY COMPUTER IS BROKEN.
Kaput.
Totally out of commisson.
As in "Flashing QUESTION MARK whenever I turn the bloody thing on" broken.

For our viewing pleasure, Adam Garcia:

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I like to do random searches on Webshots.
Except they arn't ENTIRELY random.
They'll usually be searches for someone I'm stalking, or an event I *ahem* "couldn't make."

Often, it winds up as a degrees of separation game.

A little while ago, I did a search pertaining to the house parties I was present at this past week...for shits and giggles.


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College Wishlist:


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Today is the 6th.
Tmrw will be the 7th.
A week from then, Valentines day.
And then a too-damned long stretch until St Patrick's day when I can get so unabashedly trash that I can forget everything.
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Last night, my bird died in my arms.
I'm really gonna miss the ole girl...

sigh

"Reality exists only through experience, and it must be personal experience."

-Gao Xingjian, Soul Mountain

I think this makes disgustingly good sense.
Think about it...really.

"I breathe the sweet smell of espresso
That saturates the backseat of his car
The residue of late night coffee breaks
Our 3am escapes
Slightly stale and fading."

It's 2:30am on a Sunday, and I'm about to sneak out for some Drunkin Donuts with becca.

So much for the turn around?

Eh...We'll see.