Okay angela, how about this: Let’s grant that you suck, especially since you’re so wrecked by Monday’s meeting. That meeting only brought to light certain things you suck at; that doesn’t mean you suck at everything . Now suck IT up and write your damn paper.

boba has magical qualities i tell you! it's 5 in the morning and all i want to do is watch the sunrise and sing old mariah songs (the good stuff). i had a vissssssssion of loove and it was aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalll that youve given to me...

i think it's hilarious that a sense of irony is lost on the premed population.

oh lord, im retarded. I only slept two hours last nite trying to figure this stuff out.

I, angela, solemnly swear to not make fun of this subject (as much) because I see now (clearly and distinctly) that not everybody in the field smokes weed and that (pineal gland aside) these people are geniuses.

if you know anything about me, know that im stubborn and unforgiving.

Oh man, when youre spending your 9th straight hour at powell and cant remember the difference between synapsin, synaptotagmin, synaptotaxin, and synaptobrevin... youre fucked. So yeah, I'm fucked.

Words and pictures are starting to bleed into each other, and I cant feel my big left toe. Save meeeeeeeeee

she could imagine herself, hurrying down now to her bedroom, to a clean block of lined paper and her marbled, bakelite fountain pen. she could see the simple sentences, the accumulating telepathic symbols, unfurling at the nib's end. she could write the scene three times over, from three points of view; her excitement was in the prospect of freedom ( Read more... )

If you can come up with a number of plausible reasons for why some things happen, how do you tell which ones are complete bullshit and which ones arent?

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Why do you build me up, buuuuttttercup , baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around

you speak at me, you dont speak to me

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