November 2010
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bugh; Day 6
October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween!
Missed the Rally to Restore Sanity yesterday (sad faces all round). Hopefully going to the fair sometime this week. It’s not fall til you go to the fair.
So much babysitting planned this week. Four kiddies in one night. Two of them under 2. Frightened. Also looking to get a job at the new candy store opening downtown.
Only not tomorrow. I am so grossed...
October 2010
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Day 3
October 28, 2010
Oh, right. This is why I don’t keep a daily journal. Because sometimes I just don’t feel like talking about my day. Bah.
Stayed home sick today. Watched Seasons 2 and 3 of Angel on Netflix (damn right I feel accomplished). Also, I hate Joss Whedon sometimes. I mean, sometimes I really do. Generally a pretty nice and calming day.
Then my family came home. Skipping...
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artblock; Day 2
October 27th, 2010
I can’t take this anymore. I feel like I’m impotent. Except they don’t make little blue pills for this sort of dysfunction. I wasted an entire hour and a half today staring at my notebook, my pencil, my hand, sketching out half-formed and half-hearted ideas. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Mind as blank as the canvas in front of me.
What is wrong with me?...
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This will bite me in the ass, I know it; Day 1
October 26, 2010
I’ve been reading my friend Brad’s blog wherein he reexamines a series of weblogs he posted a few years ago, and it made me sad because I realized I don’t even have something like that to look back on. And I know that my entries would be just as, if not more, cringe-worthy than Brad’s. And I probably would not even feel comfortable posting them in the...
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I can't accept that happiness is not a choice.
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“It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so...”
– Anne Frank (via aplacecalledfreedom)
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“Stories never really end…even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories...”
– Cornelia Funke (via aplacecalledfreedom)
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Holy damn
If I have to hear my brother yell “what the FUCK?! I shot you first!” at the television one more time, I will not be held accountable for my actions. He doesn’t even have a mic on.
I need my laptop fixed NOW.
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“At that time, they were teaching that there was absolutely no difference between...”
– Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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If I’ve dissolved yet, I don’t know. I need glue to keep me whole.
“If they ask you to stand still, you should dance.”
– Let the Great World Spin, Colum McCann (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
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Reblog if you’re just a sweet Transvestite from...
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day 30 - your highs and lows of this month.
Highs:
Seein’ Gilley, Kim, and Rocky Horror in one night.
Finishing two of my classes.
Friday and Saturday night. >:3
Since this technically counts as less than a month ago: LADYFUCKINGGAGA.
Just livin’. Pretty much 90% of it has been good.
Lows:
Shit with my mom.
Not being able to see Kim and Will berry much.
Feeling generally stressed recently.
I’ll be okay.
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Fuck.
I feel mildly unsettled today. Like nothing’s quite right. No outright wrongness, just… nothing’s in its place. I think my body can sense it, if that massive upheaval of my stomach’s contents this morning was any indication. I need out of this house. My family isn’t helping. At all. I need to go away. I need to disappear for a few days or hours or weeks and get my...
owleyesoo-deactivated20110202-d asked: It really does tilt the screen back farther
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day 29 - goals for the next 30 days.
1. Clean my room.
2. Give Will Cho-munnies.
3. Make Jared’s Halloween costume.
4. FIND A WAY TO THE RALLY TO RESTORE SANITY.
5. Go to the fair.
6. Go to the Haunted House; see Kimmy.
7. Paint more.
8. Improve math grade.
9. GOLDEN SUN DARK DAWN: own it.
10. Register for classes.
11. NaNoWriMo.
12. Finish at least ten novels.
13. Fix my laptop.
14. Develop my two new Holga...
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day 28 - something that you miss.
I’ve been really bad with doing these lately.
I miss a lot of things. I miss my old house in Jersey and a lot of moments there, but it feels like the person who lived there was completely different than the one who lives in this body, now. I’m too different to go back, even to the carefree times of high school (I say they were carefree in hindsight, though. I’m pretty sure they...
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day 27 - a problem that you have had.
This prompt annoyed me. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m just tetchy tonight. I don’t like dwelling.
