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a note to all those who stumble across this journal ( Read more... ) -
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If I write here, who will read? -
from a private entry, april 2011
"you just push forward. do better next time. don't pretend to be such a princess that one major fuckup is going to besmirch your pristine record irrevocably and no one will want your non-virginal offerings. and don't flatter yourself that you're the only smart and capable slacker to blow an assignment here and there. they've seen you, they've seen ( Read more... ) -
Well, livejournal, it looks like you're still my bestie.
I dunno, I don't feel right positing notes to facebook and my blog is so so broken. It's pretty shameful. And beyond that, I don't know that I want my blog to be super personal, this was my day kind of stuff. I guess it could be, but this feels more like... a journal. I guess old habits die hard. I write a lot in a notebook, not lengthy ( Read more... ) -
Such a strange feeling...
...to believe, really, that I am going to succeed in whatever I do ( Read more... ) -
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My fine qualities.
Tenacious.
Stubborn.
Self-reliant.
Non-judgmental.
Peace loving.
Forgiving.
Learns through doing.
Willing to grow.
Willing to endure discomfort for growth.
Believes in herself. -
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my unfinished paintings, like ghosts i can't ignore, lilting
i could have been great, she said.
i could have been gorgeous
no. i am defiant.
you could never be anything.
you are nothing.
unborn
yeah right, they sing
each leering, half-formed
mutant failure to commit
we know the truth.
just a coward, she said
can't face us
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wow, so much to say
and so little time to say it. in the meantime - meet pearl, my new pound puppy. she came to the pound starving, suffering badly from mange, and enjoying about every intestinal parasite possible. she was someone's trash, and now she's my precious pearl. this dog is so awesome, you guys... you just don't even know ( Read more... ) -
just making things up
the fool is important because he has no goals. he is adrift, aimless in his wanderings, and he is not burdened by a fixed sense of reality. though he is about to plummet to his doom, the fool only looks up at the sky. he isn't afraid ( Read more... )
