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"Is there anyone alive out there?"
What what what? Livejournal? How have you been, dahling?
I'm at Bennington. I graduated last spring, and yet here I am at Bennington, waiting for Cathy to come back from work, and updating my livejournal like it's freshman year all over again. The stupid, depressing circle is complete. The one thing I find myself wondering as I sit here type-type- ( Read more... ) -
"If I were you... and I wish that I were you..."
Ah, Bennington. Naked people, scary freshmen in black trenchcoats, and twenty-foot tall bonfires. Sadly, I haven't seen NEARLY enough naked people and far too many scary freshmen (really just the one guy, but he's pretty scary), but I'm sure that'll change as the year goes on. One can always pray for another porn-tree debate. Let's storm the Barn ( Read more... ) -
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God damn it, I finally fall asleep at a normal hour, and then I wake up at 1:50 and I'm not even remotely sleepy. What the hell. I actually fell asleep at ten, body, let me have a normal night ( Read more... ) -
"When You Dream, What Do You Dream About?"
It's four in the morning, it's just stopped raining outside, and it's hot as satan's armpit in my bedroom. For some reason, when my parents come home from maine, the thermostat stays in the same place, but the house is no longer pleasantly cool, and the AC doesn't come on nearly as often as it does when it's just me. I don't know how they do it. ( Read more... ) -
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It's three o'clock. I just woke up. I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop. A few seconds ago, I stretched, and fell off my bed onto the floor, face-first, crushing several photos, a remote control, and a case of West Wing DVDs. This summer is NOT ending fast enough ( Read more... ) -
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We have a woodstove in our family room, which is connected to the outside world by a small, metal chimney. Birds like to build nests on top of this chimney despite the fact that, inevitably, they come sliding down this sooty tube of death to expire inside the ashy sarcophagas that is the Shoemaker family woodstove ( Read more... ) -
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Hmmm... it's been a while, LJ. I really don't care about you anymore. But I promise I'll come back every now and then to check in. See if you're still running, that sort of thing ( Read more... ) -
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My great uncle Franklin (my mother's uncle) died yesterday at around 5:30. I called my mother something like ten minutes after she heard the news, so the conversation consisted mostly of the two of us crying in turns. Uncle Franklin was 90 years old, and he died surrounded by loving family. Apparently, when my mother went to see him yesterday, he ( Read more... ) -
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Yay! I'm drifting away from LJ. Finally.
But before I go, I thought you should check this 300 trailer out, because it's absolutely HI-larious.
Oh, and for all you music geeks out there, a rant on Pachelbel's Canon is right up your alley.