I am once again sitting here loathing my livejournal... In fact I'm loathing my connection to this whole bloody machine in general (ie facebook, my email account, blah blah blah). Where has my mind gone? Dammit Julianne, this has totally deviated from the once-coolness of my deadjournal (and hey, weren't you supposed to call me today?:)

I just discovered that I am in fact the 'Czarina of Mystery-Solvature'. I dig.

I'm updating again.  Not out of stress, not even out of having things to talk about, but rather out of boredom.  That's right kids, the stress monster is completely gone from my head right now, which is weird since I'm writing a massively important Asian art paper currently.  That's why I'm updating.  I hate this focus crap.

So today I realized ( Read more... )

I don't mean to update twice in a twelve hour period (that's just bad form), but I feel like I need to. So I'm feeling a bit better, I've always been good at actually beginning somewhat anew when I wake up, so that's a good thing. Things are still kinda shitty, but it's mostly that my girly hormones are insane, school is completely overwhelming ( Read more... )

God, I'm so freaking out right now. My last entry wasn't even a freak-out as it may have appeared, it was more of a "god, why are there people out there who are crazier than me?" type entry. This entry is a "god, why do I suck at life?" entry ( Read more... )

I don't understand it. I... just... don't understand it. But I accept it.

For some reason, I find this really funny. Perhaps it is because I am really drunk. Or perhaps it's actually funny. I am in no position to distinguish. ps, I have the coolest rock star name ever, bitches.

Heidi Elaine Dowding's Aliases

Your movie star name: Cereal Taz

Your fashion designer name is Heidi Firenzi

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"I should've jumped," She said, fingering the revised and edited suicide note that would now become a faint memory, a thousand grains of sand, "but thank you. For talking me down from the ledge ( Read more... )

I'm always afraid that someone is going to stumble upon me whilst I am secluded and daydreamy. I'm afraid that they will see me and exclaim, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" In the world of productive mainstreamers, of mindnumb 24/7 workaholics, I am a rebel. Fuck you, paper and pencil, blank Word documents, etc etc. I don't need ( Read more... )

Mental anguish.