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Creepin'...
I got out of class today and had a 45-minute interval between the end of class and the beginning of my advising session. I have to admit that I spent the entire time creeping, reading people's LiveJournal Entries from years ago, and it was utterly fascinating. Especially the people whom I haven't known forever, and therefore didn't know at the time ( Read more... ) -
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My friend Rachel Ann came down to the desk today sobbing while I was working. I tried to comfort her and calm her down, but when I found out why she was so upset, I knew that I couldn't calm her down. Her cousin got wasted this weekend at a Halloween party and decided to play a game of Russian Roulette. He shot himself in the head. I can't believe ( Read more... ) -
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I've been starting a LiveJournal entry every day for the past week and deleting it because I'm never sure how to manifest what's going in my life with these words. These words feel inadequate, and I keep getting frustrated with myself for not being able to harness them to say what I mean. But, I'll try.
This quarter has been shit. I keep trying to ( Read more... ) -
Love.
I love Bryan Comer. More on that later.
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I don't know if I'm choosing the best time to write the first entry I've made in a while ( Read more... ) -
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Hmm... an update? Well, alright ( Read more... ) -
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Have you ever had a music-gasm? I had one when Bjork played "Army of Me" at Red Rocks. I thought that was as good as it gets, and that was more than fine with me. But, really, that only raised the standards for my next round of music-gasms, which occurred this weekend in Chicago at the Pitchfork Music Festival !!! I can't believe this actually ( Read more... ) -
Rad is not a word on TextTwist
Stranger things happen, but I had a dream last night that I swallowed a dead bee in a pool and its stinger stung the inside of my throat. The other night, I turned to Bryan in my sleep and said (repeatedly), "Call them! Call them! ...it's a shit-show." Then I got dream-raped. What the fuck, dreams?
Chris is out of the hospital, but not in a rehab ( Read more... ) -
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It finally happened. He's in the hospital, and it amazes me that it took this long. He cheated it so long, escaped the inevitable, and I fell into thinking this was only something my mom and I would talk about and prepare ourselves for, without believing I'd ever have to face it. But it happened-- one week after we left Indiana. Our visit with him ( Read more... ) -
Hoosier Momma??
Now that I've returned from Indiana, I can step back and take a look at things, if I want to. Frankly, I'm okay right now with forgetting the trip ever happened. However, I know that won't last long and that I need to proceed with what originally motivated me to visit there in the first place: writing about my family, or something like it... It's a ( Read more... )