Broadcasting my life over the internet is simultaneously one of the most anonymous and public things possible. On one level, I'm just another IP address in cyber space with no name other than the one I give myself and no image beyond a 100x100 pixel piece of fluff. Then again, it is accessible to anyone with half a brain cell. I don't hide the ( Read more... )

Despite everything else I might say, these are the moments I live for. Four of us in a bed. Me feeling Alisha breathe. The beauty of a foggy Broad Street at 1 am, just a few green orbs to light my way. The pound of techno remixes and my little asian roommate grabbing my ass. It was trance like. It was my hedonism. It simply was, and that is ( Read more... )

I want to sleep but I don't. I want to cry but I can't. I want to be alone even though I'm so terribly lonely. It's an odd state of contradiction and confusion ( Read more... )

So the previous little spat that caused the friends only status has passed, and in my insistent spirit that if I'm willing to put it on the internet, then everyone has the right to know, I'm returning to permanently public.  One of these afternoons when I get bored I'll go back through and make all the entries that I edited to FO back to being ( Read more... )

Pour quoi est-ce que l'opinion de une seul personne si important?  Je suis aime.  Je le sait.  Mais je deteste ca parceque j'essasi de faire mon mieux d'etre une jeune fille stupide.  Je veux pleurer, mais ce n'est pas possible dans ce moment.

Dans les mots d'Alisha, "Why doesn't he like me?!"
but hey, at least I'm not drunk puking and crying.

Je trouve quand tout dans le monde me confuse, que desire de parler le francais.  Pourqui qu'il est necessaire que tous mes amis aie pris l'espangol au lycee?  J'ai beaucoup des question mais je n'ai pas des reponses.

I don't want to get hurt.

So this weekend was a little redonk.  It started slow, but finished with a bang.  And I missed class this morning.  And I'm hungry.  And I need to put clothes on.  And I over-drafted a hundred bucks that I thought I had, but apparently I didn't get money from my parents this month.  And my room is messy.  And I don't want to go to work tomorrow.  ( ( Read more... )

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So there are twelve million other things that I should be doing right now, but in the true spirit of college I'm procrastinating ( Read more... )

I want to bash in my skull.  Class is extreme boredom after an hour of brain-frying attempts at constructing a schedule for next semester.  Fuck being a freshman.  I cannot believe how many electives I tried to squeeze in.  No dance of any kind.  No french that fits.  No science.  I may not even be able to get oil painting because that's two ( Read more... )