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You are a XSIT--Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Hellcat ( Read more... ) -
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin. -H.L. Mencken
I now realize that I am simply a fucking idiot. I had an entire week off to do homework and a project, and I did nothing. I lazed around for five days and only now do I look at my planner and go, "holy mary majelene, I have work to do ( Read more... ) -
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
Bianca owes some major pr0pz (this is the internet equivalent of giggling-- I cannot say "props" with a straight face unless I am talking about used candlesticks from the drama club storage space) for making my eljay all fantastic and stuff ( Read more... ) -
Accomplishments on a rather snowy day:
-- reaffirmed rather fetishlike devotion to singer/songerwriter girl musicians with instruments by listening to all of tegan and sara's mp3 samples ont ehir website ( Read more... ) -
I've been expelled from hex.
Again.
Anyone mind telling me why? Alsjflks, it's probably for some stupid nonreason. Like last time.
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The Philospher's Bell Jar
It's only fabric ( Read more... ) -
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
Having my mom triple-check my sixteen-page YFU-USA application and staring at my Chem Regents practice exam with sad and lonely eyes. I'm also paranoid because my homework notebook is blank in the "due monday" box and it's NEVER blank. The paint of my world is peeling steadily away. And my eye hurts. I don't know why. It's not bruised or swollen or ( Read more... ) -
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James was someone who had it all in a paper basket. Undeservedly blessed with a working mind, indie-rock lanky sixteen year old looks, wealthy parents, and supreme unawareness-an oil-coated ego that never snagged on an unkind word-he moved through life through a hazy stupor, taking in the sights and perfectly content with seeing only the surface to ( Read more... ) -
It is a far, far better thing to have a firm anchor in nonsense than to put out on the troubled sea
I realize that I am ordinary in high school, if nothing else. I do not talk to the “wrong” sort of people, I have friends, I do well in school. I’m not quite sure what high school stereotype I fit into, because I always seem to have at least one disqualifying characteristic for social labels. In some ways I wish it wasn’t so-labels, after all, ( Read more... )
