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I had dreams last night that are becoming hard to discern from what may be reality ( Read more... )

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I am wearing sandals and a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up today, and it is still hot. But tomorrow? Quite contrary. My suitcase is almost comical compared to the weather outside the window ( Read more... )

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You know what? I love trees--but fuck them their reproductive activity.

Or maybe just the Oak trees. Pollen be damned. For I am daily tortured, testing my will to survive.

Today is not a day that I am happy for spring to have arrived.

Dancing around to sweaty boys in a band in a room full of people standing still is oh so fun.

So is being sung to about the pollen on your car, in a manner rather reminiscent of Mirah's, "Pollen."

And so is rolling down the windows of the car and letting your hand float on the wind.
(accompanied by good music, of course).

I forgot I had this essay to do for English. So I attacked it. And I ended up getting pissed off at poor, long dead Machiavelli's "The Qualities of the Prince."

Take, for example, the United States as a militaristic “prince” looking to apply Machiavelli's advice on always being armed. This nation already has that covered. So how is it that the US ( Read more... )

I don't know where the day went.

It's 3:00 PM and I've had pancakes and apples and tea, (watched it start to pour rain) tried to fix a camera, (watched the sun come out) and engrossed myself in music.


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I had the most relaxed and chill (albeit horribly hot as far as temperature goes) summery sort of day.

I don't think it could have been any better.