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It's been a hellishly long month and I can't even begin to express how relieved I am to be off campus and away from people. Well, maybe I can, it just may take quite a bit of ranting...
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Would you hear my voice come through the music, would you hold it near as if it were your own?
I'd forgotten. Or lost. Or repressed it. My voice. But I found it today. Clear and stronger then ever there is was. It started with a walk, Sarita and I taking an after dinner stroll to share sentiments of the pathetic. But instead we found ourselves climbing Simon's Rock and intentionally getting lost in the woods, aimlessly wondering our way back ( Read more... ) -
I'm not a cynic
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Some how I avoided drama in high school. Hannah tells me it's because Hastings has no pulse, no heart. Maybe that's the problem, I care. And the whole caring thing involves other people. Is it really that difficult? Am I really that difficult? Why do I grovel? On some level I understand that everything isn't always my fault, I'm not obligated to ( Read more... ) -
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Briana's livejournal creation has compelled me to start updating again ( Read more... ) -
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Much to my disappointment, paradise doesn't exist. I understand why so many transfer out after two years, or even one. Maybe packing hundreds of mentally unstable teenagers together on an isolated campus with a ridiculous amount of homework, stress, and accessible drugs isn't necessarily the brightest idea. I suppose I'm happier now than I was, ( Read more... ) -
College
Dear College,
Thank you for helping me realize I am no longer a closeted emo kid.
Sincerely,
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I'm not sure what to think of Apple Cider weekend. As I'm sitting at work I miss it like crazy. I miss the atmosphere, all the people milling around, the buildings, the scenery, the memories. However, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Of course it was great to be back, great to relieve myself of the piles of stress that had been building up, but it ( Read more... ) -
HAPPY WHEATLAND!!!
Oh my. I've been on a musical and cultural high since Friday. It is amazingly beautiful. I'd forgotten how much I adore Old Time Music until Wheatland this year. I can't help smiling when I hear a vibrant fiddle riff. After spending a weekend surrounded by great music, gorgeous lesbians, and drunken hippies, everything in life seems beautiful ( Read more... ) -
Pussy is a Cuntdesending Word
Last night seemed a fitting end to my few weeks of healing at cpc. Life has a way of clicking into place when you lay on a community mattress under a meteor shower, surrounded by love, peace, and acceptance. Though it sounds cheesy as hell, everything the past week of YI seemed beautiful. Even the tomato I ate seemed the sweetest things I've tasted ( Read more... )