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So I watched Pulp Fiction for the first time a couple nights ago (well, other than the time I saw it when I was 6, but that doesn't count.) I feel as though I can't really have a say in it because I'm not some movie buff (obviously, since I never seen it before). I will say this though, I really didn't like it so much. A movie that absurd and ( Read more... )

i went to a dance performance with my dad last weekend. i missed the silent conversations we always had when driving. i felt as though i was on my way to dance class when i was 12 again. we enter our own worlds staring out the window and even when the silence is broken, it is neither awkward nor a nuisance. we’d fall back into our own train of ( Read more... )

so i was planning on ranting in the entry, but i've lost all the will to do so. i haven't had a good rant in a long time. the urge just really isn't coming to me lately. the only thing feels right as of lately is long streams of conciousness. no point, no reason, no cares ( Read more... )

yeah, i voted ( Read more... )

so i'm kind of in a really bad mood right now. i've been feeling really sick all day. and i keep thinking i'm just hungry or that i haven't had enough sleep, but eating nor sleeping has helped at all. i'm a paranoid fuck ( Read more... )

so i've been thinking about him a lot. and you know, the more i do, the more it just feels right. i can't really say that's ever happened to me before. i usually just think too much and then flip out and get all paranoid that the other half hates me. i just feel... relieved. i was talking to greg a few nights ago and he said some things that made ( Read more... )

last weekend was amazing. Harold's Trousers played a show. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. last night/this morning i went to rob's and hung out with him and Josh. i had a wonderful time, even though i just made it back to new paltz three minutes before my class ( Read more... )

just takin a break from my work to write in this. so i can't be long. i'll just say the general, "yeah and then this happened" and leave it at that. i'm too tired and too sick and too lazy to be any kind of insightful ( Read more... )

sometimes i hate starting to write journal entries. i stare off into this blank page and i feel as though i don't even have to write anything. i can post just this space and it'll say how i feel. empty, vapid, and blank. i don't know why i can never get angry. unless it's a full parking lot with NO WHERE TO FUCKING PARK. damnit. see, i'm not even ( Read more... )