So today was the gay rights day o' silence thing. My mom let me skip school. Nice going, mom. You've made me a lot less enemies.
I spent all day lying in the sun and reading sci-fi and napping. Then I went for a walk around sunset and everything was really gorgeous. It's unseasonably warm and balmy. Nice going, weather patterns. You've made my day
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When it takes me three hours to write a page and a half of essay, it makes me wonder if I actually write well, or whether my constant, uncontrollable, and time-consuming self-editing just manages to make mediocre writing seem more polished. Does this make sense or have I fried myself writing about Harry Truman at 4 in the morning?
LOLOL THIS CONTENT STRIKE REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF THE GAY RIGHTS DAY O' SILENCE. THE CONVOLUTED THINKING LEADING UP TO THE EVENT, THE POINTLESSNESS OF THE DAY ITSELF, THE INEVITABLE SMUGNESS AFTERWARDS, AND THE OVERWHELMING CLIQUISHNESS. I AM LOL'ING, ESPECIALLY SINCE IN A COUPLE WEEKS I GET TO DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN IRL
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Because for me it was yesterday. No I didn't take it. I should have. There WAS room in my bag, it was a GORGEOUS (dead, barn) owl, and I'm PRETTY sure it's legal to take them since they're not endangered (or ARE they?). I found it by the side of the road while walking from school and I just HAD to have it. Oh man it was amazing, there was like no
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Has anyone else here ever seen the movie WIthnail and I? I've just watched it for the second time and it just occurred to me that it is PROFOUNDLY unfunny. Good, but not a comedy really, knowhatimean?
So yesterday was my birfs. I had a good time hanging out with the drama kids afterschool, a depressing time at the basketball game where the pep band (read: the whole fucking band) had to play or we'd get a shitty grade (and this game was really depressing--we lost, and aren't cheerleaders supposed to be hot or something? Cause ours are about as
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