"Come disconnect the dots with me, poppet," the song begins. It’s not yet midnight but it feels like my usual bedtime, which is somewhere around 3:30. Half an hour later I’m out of bed; I’m more awake than I was at dinnertime. A glass of iced tea and I’m on the computer. I have an urge to write something, anything, but I don’t know where to begin ( Read more... )

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My old life already feels like a dream. It feels like I've been in Boston for a lot longer than a week.
Just ten days ago I was sneaking out and going to the beach, but now I'm up until 2:00 doing Chem homework with my floormates.
I think this journal is finished.

So I'm about to leave for school, and I'm feeling the usual excitement that goes with it. I'm not as nervous as I thought I'd be. In fact, I don't really get nervous very often anymore. I've said so many goodbyes in the past two days, but since most of them are temporary, I'm not devastated by it. I can't wait to meet my floormates. Phil's been ( Read more... )

'Here is my final point. About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography and smoking and everything else. What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body - as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet? And for those of you having a little moral dilemma on how to answer this, I'll ( Read more... )

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My stomach's still hurting. I went to see a doctor I'd never met. At first he started talking to me like I was a moron, but quickly realized that it doesn't flow very well when the patient's casual speech is more technical than the doctor's, so he started naming muscles and tendons, etc. However, he couldn't figure out what's wrong with me! It ( Read more... )

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