get me away from here, I'm dying

Nov 19, 2006 20:53

First wave of the familial invasion starts tommorrow, instead of Tuesday, so the house can be classified as a massive mess. Instead of being productive, I sat in my room and wrote a horrible paper on "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and read more T.S. Eliot than was probably healthy ( Read more... )

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a_panoply November 20 2006, 06:08:34 UTC
yes familial invasion!

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swifty2pfg November 20 2006, 21:37:15 UTC
what a wonderful, wonderful thing.

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littledreamstar November 20 2006, 18:21:19 UTC
i will be home as of tuesday night.... i shall save you! and i plan on visiting yee old east on wednesday... sooo tell me where to crash when and i shall come and visit and save your soul!

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swifty2pfg November 20 2006, 21:36:55 UTC
i need saving.
you have no idea.

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redfrozenplanet November 20 2006, 20:55:22 UTC
thank god for the Clash.

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swifty2pfg November 20 2006, 21:36:35 UTC
indeed! actually, I was listening to them earlier today. thank you iPod.

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anonymous November 21 2006, 13:56:02 UTC
bet you forgot to send your eldest cousin on your father's side a birthday wish whilst wallowing in anti maternal family angst.
I admire your attempts at avoid conversations about your live life but it wont work. I have still not escaped even at my age.............
happy san pavo anyway!

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akinabud November 26 2006, 20:47:00 UTC
i'm sorry dear. if there is anything i can do please let me know. i know senior year can be a real pain. but if it's any consolation john and i had to invite over another newly married lonely couple for thanksgiving so we wouldn't feel pathetic and lonely on the holiday. that and i've been so sick that i haven't been out of the house in quite a while. it would be about a week, but friends decided i needed to do something, so they took us out to dinner, and i got rather car sick. sigh. so hey, at least you're healthy right? and life moves on, faster than one would think sometimes. just enjoy what's there. the noise, the quiet, the poetry in busy solitude.

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