Look at me go:

Tell me three things you want me to take a picture of and post in my journal. This does not include anything too obscene, more like.. stuff around my house, people, things, etc. Just be reasonable.

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I have no idea what to write. But I didn't write in my journal today. I feel incomplete!! I was so bottled up from non-writing that I started doodling in the socratic seminar about what a pretentious..... mmm yea, someone is. Whatever. This entry is my blabbing on about nothing. IF YOU'RE THIS FAR I WARN YOU NOW, THIS ENTRY SAYS NOTHING (in ( Read more... )

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So today was the first day of school aka brain fuck. But, then again, brain fuck is almost too nice. It's more like brain rape. FORCED ONTO YOU FROM BEHIND. LIKE A SHEATHED DAGGER. I'm sick of it already, is that too drastic?? I much prefer lounging in San Francisco pretending I'm already in college. Must pay my dues I suppose? today I actually ( Read more... )

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LOVE LOVe LOve Love love. What a silly word. How to classify a word and it's meaning, it's impossible really. I just see this word pop up so many places; movies, music, tv, internet..... life. It seems soooo idyllic of me to even be talking about it this way. I don't know, I've really got nothing to say on the subject. I was just watching 8 1/2 and ( Read more... )

If last summer was my best summer, this summer is most definitely the worst. I am so... hung up. Like a rag. I have nothing in me. I'm so... crapped out. Maybe it's just right now. I feel like I've been trapped in my own filth, my room covered in reminders of my disgusting self. I feel as if I will never recover from myself. I also have no idea ( Read more... )

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I am back from my brief encounter with the outside world. I took Cochface out for his birthday. We went to Hard Rock Cafe and ate LOTS of ice cream. The poem was a big hit. And the game. I'm not good at talking about what I did with my day. I'm much better at just rambling. Today I walked into my parents bedroom and crumpled myself up on the bed ( Read more... )

Depressingly eventful. Even though no one knows this exists yet I will write as if they do. HOW GREAT THIS DAY IS. And every day previous and after the fact. I have to reassure myself in hopes of keeping myself from spontaneously combusting. Although the shock has faded I am still in awe of the recent occurrences between Matt and I. I've definitely ( Read more... )