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I got into Stanford.

Apparently this is the week of insane, unpredicatable occurances.

Tonight is one of those nights where I want to throw up and listen to music that comforted my in the eighth grade. (There'd be crying involved but I always feel overheated and dehydrated afterwards.) And not because I'm depressed or life is bad - in fact, life (or day-to-day life anyways) is just dandy - but because I have a past that I can't help ( Read more... )

AP scores.

5 in English.
4 in History.

The four kind of bugs me, mostly because I had every chance to get the five. But I'm still glad my essays made up for my shitty multiple choice score. Score.

Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play!
Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 20 songs that play!
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines come from!
Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly!

1) you're the boy with the leather-leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, ( Read more... )

There's a stack of magazines next to me crying out to be flipped through over and over again until the stapled spines are bleeding with appreciation ( Read more... )