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I am alone in this room full of computers and I didn't even fully realize it at first. There is a man's dress coat sitting on the chair, forgotten and I searched the pockets for remnanets of ID. There is no one to even surrender it to. I'll walk it to a nearby department office in a bit. It makes me sad in some ways. It seems that ( Read more... ) -
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I'm afraid I'm loosing it. I've been in small arguments with three people in the past week. Perhaps it is all this stress or maybe it's that old fire that burns in me. I'm tired of being shit kicked around. With my free time I'm ODing on film and doing a fall purging. Get rid of the useless things in my life. Does that mean people too? And why ( Read more... ) -
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Dreams do not always have to die but sometimes they change. They are beat out with the force of a hammer and reshaped with gentle but resillent hands. It is the maker they may break. -
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Try not to want too much. Try not to break your own little heart. I wonder why it is that what I purse is unaware it is being pursued or simply runs away. I wonder what the hell I am doing here. I find solace in my studies but it feels empty sometimes. Just because I am working so very hard does not mean that it equates to paper. It does not ( Read more... ) -
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Friendship is almost as mysterious a force as love. Sometimes you find yourself asking why you are even friends with this person or how it managed to happen all so serendipitously. Sometimes you’ve known each other for so long or so well you cannot even manage to remember where it all began. Sometimes you realize that most of your so called ( Read more... ) -
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I like my ideas; just seldom the execution of them in the stories that I write. -
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-Every Sunday my grandfather does the New York times crossword puzzle even though he doesn’t read the New York times nor is a New Yorker, nor really fond of puzzles. He believes it keeps him sharp. I find it kind of endearing.
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Thus begins the joyus hell that is Nanowrimo. Meep. -
Oh so bothersome
Sometimes I appreciate being able to go back and read old entries or the words hastily written onto notebook pages. This past life trickles into the present. For our exam in Spanish today we have to write a composition on our home town. For some reason it has sent a million memories to land on me like butterflies. There I am sitting in ( Read more... )