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oh, this is hilarious. I'm crushing on my own bicycle crew. That's right...the kind of crush where the only thing that gets you through the week is the thought of seeing them on the weekend. embarrassing, for sure.

this is amazing. i'm listening to myself eat- a baby in a high chair.I'm making gurgly noises. my mom is talking about diapers, how my brother and sister should know how to change one. My dad is talking about skiing and sledding. the clicking and clacking of plates. pass the ketchup. My sister talks alot. My brother doesn't, or maybe he does and i ( Read more... )

the dark is getting to me.

1.) what was the first thing you learned to do by simply watching others, that you can clearly remember?
2.) what is the worst feeling?

clean, with new and newly-modified outfit, hairdo, even glasses! tranportation provided, but nowhere to go.

For those who know him:


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Two weeks ago i went to class with a busted-up, swollen lip and visibly bruised knuckles, because i just learned to ice climb. Today i went into class with the semi-ring of a black eye, because i hit myself in the face with a guitar.

Basically, i'm clumsy. But this is doing wonders for my tough-girl image!

i'm tired of working so hard on seeing friends. i wish we were in the same places more often, that telephones weren't necessary. once a week is weird, especially when you're trying to get to know someone. I miss having friends at school ( Read more... )

i guess the title should really read "how a scarcity-model, market-based society might create a norm of collectivized (and even barter-based) communities ( Read more... )