College is weird.

I have felt like SHIT lately. Today is actually a good day. I did a lot of potentially disasterous things yesterday.But I got by by the skin of my teeth. The horseshoe remains firmly planted up my ass. I just remembered yesterday...wow...men are ALL scumbags. ALL of them. Well, ok. Only the ones on this campus. They are so not worth my time at all! I know im not fucking ghandi, but i deserve a little more respect.



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-Soft spoken.
-Very thin.
-Always smiling.
-Doesnt speak unless spoken to.
-Always preoccupied in her own head during convorsation that is not related to her.
-Listens intently, wide-eyed, and knods her head. Asks questions only after speaker is finished speaking.

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I'm not QUITE sure if anybody realized this, but the word "emo" went from underground lingo to household bantor in the matter of 5 years, not even. Not to say that emo "sold-out" or anything like that, I don't really believe in that idea. I just got kind of nostalgic today at work while reading a Teen People when I noticed that they described a certain shirt "emo". So not only is it a music, it's a fashion. This means that it is a lifestyle. I guess IM emo then, i dont mind. hey, at least people know what to call me now. Emo. huh.

I remeber when I was talking about music with this senior when I was a Jr. and she mensioned the elusive "emo". I asked what it was and she responded, fully annoyed, with a definition that included the words "emotional", "punk", and "weezer". Weezer, I knew. Although, they LOOKED more emo than they sounded. So she gave me the name of the current Taking Back Sunday album, patted me on the head, and sent me on my way.

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I am a weirdo.

i think i did this to myself. really.
like just now
i called adam to see if he wanted a ride to work
mainly because that way he wouldnt have
to take the train (therefore proving that i am an
awesome and giving girlfriend)
and then i found out he already WAS at the
cumberland station
and then i realized he had to be at work earler than i thought he did
and i havnt taken my medicidine ( and this is the reason im socially awkeward, because i dont know how to handle being off of my medecine).
so he said, well you should still pick me up
& i said, well, um, its kind of pointless now
& he asked, why?


so i freaked out and said uuuuuuuum..sorrygottagoillcallyoulaterbye
AND HUNG UP
i got all tounge tied and decided all of a sudden
that i DIDNT WANT TO TALK TO HIM ON THE PHONE AT THAT MOMENT.
does that make any sense to you???

Men are weird.

men.
sigh
men are weird.
they act like children & fuck like adults & want to be held &
kick things when theyre angry & theyre always
angry
& they are beautiful & beautiful & beautiful
& they hold you so tight & sometimes too tight.
sometimes they hold you so tight that its hard to breathe
& you start to feel your ribs cave in & you tell them to stop
but they dont.
OR they do & they pout b/c you scolded them like their mother would.
but you know that they are being a little boy
& if you dont scold them
who would?
and FUCK you dont want to be someone's babysitter
but this always happens

& he's an aires
--you should have known this would happen because
the ram is so needy.
god they're so needy.
but at least he's not a gemini. thank GOD he's not the twins.
because you know tom is a gemini-man & he is impossible.

but GOD he smells so good
& his hands feel so soft & warm & strong when they touch you softly.
but he doesnt like to be soft much
--not unless he's touching your tits.
& you hate it when he touches them.

his eyes. his eyes. they're like crystal-ball-mood-rings.
sometimes beautiful & dark or light or tragic & gray or green or blue or grey.
but never brown.
he loves your brown eyes.
he swallows your soul through those brown eyes of yours.
he can see everything.

I am selling my life on ebay...


i'm selling pretty much everything I own online right now.
starting with the books.
i never read these damn books anyway.
some of them were presents.
a lot of them are from school.
whatever.
i am feeling that holding onto all of this clutter and staring it in the face everyday
is bogging me down.
its like im stuck in a tortured past.
eew. who needs that???
not MOI.

im really selling all of these things to
[A] escape from my past
&
[B] buy new things for my future.

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i met a girl yesterday...

I met a girl named Georgie yesterday.
she was adam's boss's girlfriend.
she told me i was georgous
and she wanted to eat me like a rabid dog.

that may have been the sweetest thing i have ever heard.

You've got mail.

Its funny how certain movies make you feel like acting in a certain way, or doing a certain thing. Such as how You've Got Mail makes me feel like eating an egg salad sandwich in Lincoln Park. It also makes me feel like bringing my laptop to Borders and drinking Seattle's Best cappucinos and writing emails to mysterious online lovers. Granted, I have no mysterious online lover...I wish I did. *Sigh* will you be my Joe Fox?

You've Got Mail

You've got mail.

Its funny how certain movies make you feel like acting in a certain way, or doing a certain thing. Such as how You've Got Mail makes me feel like eating an egg salad sandwich in Lincoln Park. It also makes me feel like bringing my laptop to Borders and drinking Seattle's Best cappucinos and writing emails to mysterious online lovers. Granted, I have no mysterious online lover...I wish I did. *Sigh* will you be my Joe Fox?

You've Got Mail

Super-cool egg salad recipe

INGREDIENTS:
8 eggs
1 tablespoon mayonnaise
2 tablespoons prepared Dijon-style mustard
1 teaspoon dried dill weed
1 teaspoon paprika
1/2 red onion, minced
salt and pepper to taste

DIRECTIONS:
Place eggs in a saucepan and cover with cold water. Bring water to a boil; cover, remove from heat, and let eggs stand in hot water for 10 to 12 minutes. Remove from hot water, cool, peel and chop.
In a large bowl, combine the egg, mayonnaise, mustard, dill, paprika, onion and salt and pepper. Mash well with a fork or wooden spoon.
Serve on bread as a sandwich or over crisp lettuce as a salad.

Syubway goo


What is it about subway stations that requires every surface to be covered in a very fine goo. I'm not analzying the cleanliness of the establishment as much as the makeup of this elusive gunk threatening to reach out and swallow me whole every day.

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