In the spirit of Christmas, I've given myself a brand new livejournal:

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Enjoyz.

It's been more than seven years since I read The Westing Game. I think it was rounabouts 4th or 5th grade when my teacher required me to read it for school (those damn Accelerated Reader categories). When I picked up the book from the library (children's section, though, to me, it's never particularly seemed like a child's book), I flipped through ( Read more... )

I said "fuck" today. That's a first for me. Actually, I said it twice. Steve is my witness.

My usual swearing filter has been breaking down recently. I don't particularly like to swear because I think its unoriginal. Now, though, the filter has become sadly disrepaired. Its either there and not working, or its just not there anymore. =/

The words flew effortlessly from my fingertips.
It makes sense.
I feel rejuvenated.
Important.
Sigh. I like this feeling. I want to remember this feeling.
It rarely happens. This feeling.
Oohhh.
My words are going to be read. Do I hold some kind of power, then?
No.
But I have made impressions.
=DD

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
SOOO GOOD.

I had two epiphanies this morning (well, late afternoon) when I woke up. And I think both owe credit to the last few days I've had living my life.

Ephiphany One:
Getting caught up in "the dramas of high school" is unavoidable. By everybody in high school, at all times. Even if they claim to be "over it", that's a lie. High schoolers thrive on drama. ( Read more... )

Is wanting to be atypical too...typical? Especially in these cray-zay days?

Oooh... I might've just found my next column topic....

This song. This man. This movie. It all makes me happy and a little less tired.

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Iz gotz a feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Oh life.

I'm kind of rattled right now. And by "kinda" I mean, I can't keep my hands still. And my stomach is churning. I need a massive hug.

Thank you Sufjan Stevens.
Thank you Wikipedia.

I did some research on a song on Illinois: "John Wayne Gacy, Jr. "

Oh God.

Why?
How?
Why?

It made me cry. For real. And now I just feel sick.