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[missciciag]

i hate being around people who make me feel bad about myself and put me on the defensive about the people i love and the ways in which i choose to spend my time. i don't really feel like explaining this, but i spoke at this info session thing today and i felt like certain individuals there were just looking at me and thinking, "who is this girl?

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[shuh_lizzle]

fuck that. was it other greeks? or just nyu skanks?
i'll find them and kick them in their legs.

[missciciag]

fucking nyu greeks, man. it's a mixed bag, yaknowwhati'msayin?

[josiepagne]

Knock on fake wood!!! If I remember correctly that was the day that I went super psychotic and constantly flipped your locks on and off for the duration of Everett Road. What were we knocking on fake wood for?

On a more serious note, I'm sorry about your dad. I guess my approach (and I'm sure yours too, since we act almost identically) would be not to worry about it until you know things for certain. I know, easier said than done, but it's a waste of time and energy to worry over what could go wrong when there's an enormous chance that everything will be fine.

But it is scary when Dad's admit weakness. I know I talked to you about this, about realizing like "Whoa, my parents are old." That sounds bratty but you know what I mean. Also, shit like that reminds me to harp on my parents to go to the doctor. I don't think either have them have been in like ten years. I guess I'm 20 now and the tables have turned and I get to nag them to do shit that they're supposed to do... when the hell did we grow up?