i call bullshit.

on all of it.

for the first time in a very long time i've come to accept and even enjoy change.

maybe i'm finally getting over my fear of it.

i like this feeling.

( but i still remember this... )

so i get to the loft this morning bright and early at 830 only to find about a dozen pro-life people that clearly have way too much time on their hands. i was hoping to avoid having to talke to any of them because it would be less talking and more arguing. sadly, it didn't happen that way.

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!!!

i'm pretty sure i'm gonna fail my mid-term.

god damnit.

but i actually had fun studying which was nice. scholarly talks with kay over chinese food, pants coming up with memory tricks [All Children Must Play Happy Hoopie Hoppy Shoe], and throwing rocks with eliza.

i guess we'll see how it goes tomorrow...

i now remember why it is i never go home.

and everyone has a complaint tonight at the loft.

the only good things that have happen are ted bringing flowers and an old lady with her gentlemen friend being bummed out that bruce campbell is sold out because she 'wanted to learn to make love his way.'

ew.

but hi-larious.

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You see,
his mind can only hold one thought at a time
and when he finally hears me call his name
he looks up and cocks his head.
For a single moment
my voice is everything.

thanks.

i feel like i'm stuck in a routine. despite how much i like having some sort of a consistant pattern, it makes life so boring. and predictable.

i need a change.

now.