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i just read many entries of a completely trivial livejournal, talking about clothes, hair, boring hipster music, working out and being obsessed with food habits, having lots of money and spending it, dumb relationship deals, trying to be interesting and failing because of superficiality type garbage that are so deeply rooted within her, that everythign she says is discredited.
she kept talking over and over again about losing weight and being attractive and how "haute couture" her hair was (seen it, it's not.) and all this irrelevant shit.
gross. it's the same grossed out feeling you get when you see an enormous fucking truck (that aren't semis, but as large as one).
i get so wierded out when stereotypical views of someone are true. and, i hope that i am never ever that trivial and trite.
and if i ever become that way for some reason, please fucking stop me and tell me what really matters in life.
tomorrow i am making these breads that rise over the muffin tin and are hollowish inside. there are only four ingredients and i hope they are delightful.
in the country of last things is good.
maybe mrs dyer's class won't suck for the next week or so?
i am not tired at all. i keep writing and writing. writing is so great and it makes me feel so satisfied. this exceprt we read today in english from this novel called back by henry green really got me excited about literature again. those excerpts make me respect authors so much, and make me want to be one. it was good good good and i loved it.