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few things frustrate me more than having a computer problem and not knowing what to do about it. I was trying ot work with columns in Word and it WAS NOT WORKING. i tried the help thing even and what they told me to do di not help. SO I was determined to use my typewriter, something trusty and more "hands on." It got stuck. I began hitting it, this wonderful machine in which my grandfather gave me. I stuffed it back into its case angrily and began wailing and stomping. It is only now, five and half hours and one final project later that I feel the rediculous dried tears on my cheeks and bruised arm that I can exist in disbelief of myself.
Stale.
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whittney: "Ok, Look proud"
me: 
whittney: "proud, ass!"
me: Current Mood: dank Current Music: beck - pay no mind |
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Mar. 31st, 2006 @ 09:36 am
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anyone want to do something tonight? i promise to wash my hair if the answer is yes. |
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Mar. 28th, 2006 @ 04:19 pm
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In an analytical way, what does the fact that I am rolling up my shirt sleeves, strapping on my boots, and pumping my fist while applying my life to Dio's Rock n' Roll Children mean? |
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eep!
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Mar. 22nd, 2006 @ 08:53 pm
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I have good ideas to write but I am currently jet-projectiling into the realm of hilarity. Why, you say? I got bored, looked up a professor on myspace, FOUND HIM AND his nudie pics involving amissing section and the phrase "crop it like it's hot"
granted, he is my 25 year-old professor, but still. Lord. i was close to sending him a message but do I really want him to know that i have seen his naked ass? Not especially. |
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I was suprised to have slept 12 hours last night and felt no loss skipping my first class.
In honor of it all, I pretended I was from the '50s and put a metal fan clip in myhair and wore red lipstick.
After class I felt good buying groceries and a new dress.
So I walked home with milk in my hand.
I bought muffin mix for 69 cents. Even if the muffins are bad, it was worth it just to mix with the egg and milk. For some reason today I relish being domestic.
I had a moment today while the big now flakes descended onto the dirty sidewalk. I was listening to Spoon's I Summon You.
This song is beautiful.
Homemade hot chocolate.
Sushi at 8.
Another week almost done.
Feb. 9th, 2006 @ 03:53 pm
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celebrity gallery
Jan. 30th, 2006 @ 10:24 pm
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I just recieved a thank you card from my mother and have never felt so old in my life.
Jan. 18th, 2006 @ 06:53 pm
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"Have a kickin' New Years, fly celebrations, and rad resolutions to boot. word up."
-- Anna "The Bullet" Boman
Dec. 31st, 2005 @ 12:25 pm
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my bathroom is so cold that i had trouble getting my face wash out of the tube. i have just enjoyed a delicious bagel, toasted in the over for lack of toaster and garnished with stolen butter for lack of cream cheese. i am about to go christmas shopping in uptown. nothing planned for the evening besides b. if any y'all bitches want to do something tonight give me a call.
it feels good to be done with this semester though not as good as it should because i really didn't care that much in the first place.
good lord. you don't realize how close christmas is until you look at the date...
Dec. 22nd, 2005 @ 11:26 am
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virtual jamiroquai is what we're livin' in, and it's all right now.
Dec. 10th, 2005 @ 10:54 pm
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i am likely to die before any helpful answers are presented to me by the university of minnesota
Dec. 7th, 2005 @ 12:01 pm
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James Taylor was playing today as I lay out on a blue cot , draped in a dolphin fleece masterpiece, wandering eyes and a red tube leading away to a swaying red bag. like a lifeboat, shifting at given intervals. I thought of this while staring at the ceiling:
I have a feeling that tomorrow will be successful. I think I have figured out that I want to be a Comparitive Literature major. and not just because its degree initial is CLit. I like how the classes sound. However, i really don't know the purpose of the major and am helpless when people ask me about it.
I may find out about my housing arrangement for next semester.
I will compile a playlist for friday's snazzy cocktail party.
I will sleep in Japanese lecture.
I might cook.
Also, i got a patch i ordered in the mail today. it is blue and says "RIDE NAKED"
I am pleased with self-indulgence. You know that people don't really ever regret mistakes made, but rather the non opporunity to choose between one thing or the other. Procrastination is the biggest theif.
let's be partners in crime.
Dec. 1st, 2005 @ 12:02 am
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system's all blast
cops just passed
just seen a big ol' ass
it's saturday mm mm mm mmm
PS, how you gonna act like i don't rock soc?
and i don't.
nor do i rock logic.
or japanese.
or incidentaly, concepts in visual art.
so next semester:
japanese
into to film study
digital photo
concepts in anthro.
rob neighbors in the night creep creep
Nov. 29th, 2005 @ 07:11 pm
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is it wrong to listen to mazzy star and feel touched?
today's light is offending me. I haven't been outside in over 24 hours.
Nov. 21st, 2005 @ 11:00 am
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so my roomate has been in her bed since I got bak from class, presumably sleeping though I don't know how much of my supposed alone time she witnessed outside from her sleep. I know I have been singing. And possibly boogiting. And I know for sure that i woke her up by playing my toy accordian scales. Ass that to the top 10 worst ways to be woken up.
oh, and for the curious, this is my new joy:
Nov. 3rd, 2005 @ 02:52 pm
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wouldn't it be horrendous if after breaking a mirror instead of getting 7 years of bad luck you just got seven years of Train?
I am so tired I want to fly out of my face.
Nov. 1st, 2005 @ 04:03 pm
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sometimes i hate having a room by the stairwell. I am constantly hearing bits of people's echoey conversations and footsteps, always footsteps. I always know people by their stride and step frequency now.
I also, for the moment, hate having a roomate. This is because I feel like vomiting everything I have ever eaten into force-less oblivion, floating away in thin waves of muted color and texture. Lunch was good but it made me feel bad enough to look into scheduling a flu shot. Anyone want to go to boynton and get one with me sometime?
So where was I. Oh yes, suck. Shitty midterm tonight. I took 2 old tums I have had since the beginging of last year and i keep them in a box with all kind of other shit like rubber glove, bandaids, and some sample pack of tampons that I got in the mail which are made to make your crotch smell like roses or something. So these said tampons tainted my tums and I am burping second-hand rose taste leaked from mail sample tampons.
Gross.
Now I have to go to logic. Then Japanese for a lot more suck.
[burp]
Tomorrow I will be 42 and nostalgic, with no sense of rhythmn and a bad knee. Please don't leave me.
Oct. 26th, 2005 @ 11:49 am
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i have never before tonight spewed out so much golden bullshit on the artist's objectification of pultry in my life.
Oct. 18th, 2005 @ 07:14 pm
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