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SAHALKJFLSK BILLY JOEL WHAT THE HELL! FEEL BETTER PLEASE.
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| (whore no more) |
[11 Jun 2009|02:56am] |
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i won't be your eleven o clock booty call
you can call me at 10:59 or 10:58 or 10:57 but don't call after eleven
because that's my rule now
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| people are so inconsiderate |
[07 May 2009|08:23pm] |
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there's no reason i should have to waste three hours of my day trying to coordinate with someone i don't even know to make sure she gets the third of a cup of soup that she left in alysia's car last night. no fucking way
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| I love my mom (and my dad) |
[12 Apr 2009|10:32am] |
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BILLY JOEL AND ELTON JOHN
JULY 27 AT THE TIMES UNION CENTER
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
:)
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| Fuck you, part II |
[03 Apr 2009|11:28am] |
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Hey Umass, PVTA drivers, rain, and my life:
Fuck. You.
Update on the week:
1) still have to shower, unpack my clothes from the laundry place, and do my archaeology response
2) Was woken up by Alysia's poster falling down at like, 5 AM. Then by her whining/crying in her sleep at 7 AM. Didn't go back to sleep after that because I had a dream about a massive car crash. Awesome. Walked down to class in the rain but it was only drizzling and I looked pretty nice considering the shitty clothes I threw on.
After class decided to come back up here and take a nap. Instead, the bus pulled over for like, half a second, closed the doors, and didn't let me on, before driving away. So I called my mom and she just laughed at me and told me that Michael J. Fox wrote a book about happiness being a choice. Clearly I should choose to be happy about failing all my classes despite working my ass off, walking up the huge fucking hill and then five flights of stairs DRIPPING wet, and not being able to find my umbrella. Clearly I can find the fucking joy in that.
And it's not even noon yet! I can't wait to see what the rest of the day will be like!
Hey life! FUCK YOU.
Coming up next:
3) Saturday? Gotta study.
4) Sunday. Gotta study.
5) Monday: Exam
6) Tuesday: Exam
7) Wednesday: Study
8) Thursday: Exam
9) Friday: Kill myself/pack
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| Fuck you |
[02 Apr 2009|11:35pm] |
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Hey Umass, MSN, and complicated astronomical Physics:
Fuck. You.
Edit: My upcoming week
1) still have to shower, unpack my clothes from the laundry place, and do my archaeology response
2) Tomorrow: Get up at 9 AM, have class and be down on rainy campus until 3:20. Go to Panera. (only good part) Come back. Start studying. Friend has a show at like..6 or something. Was forced into going to the after party. Probably won't get back til like, 11.
3) Saturday? Gotta study.
4) Sunday. Gotta study.
5) Monday: Exam
6) Tuesday: Exam
7) Wednesday: Study
8) Thursday: Exam
9) Friday: Kill myself/pack
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| home |
[15 Mar 2009|02:53pm] |
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my parents always used to complain that whenever I was around, I spent all my time in my room. So I've started leaving my laptop downstairs so that if I have to use it, at least I'll be near everyone else.
But every single fucking time I come downstairs, my brother is watching some really stupid television show. Like every terrible children's show you can imagine, he'll watch. And not because he even likes it. Just because it's there, and he's a total tv junkie.
it's so fucking annoyingggggggggggggg
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| Its weird |
[04 Mar 2009|11:28pm] |
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I don't think I'm ever going to be happy. I really don't.
spring break better be fucking awesome, that's all I gotta say. I'm doing ok now, but ... LIFE, APOLOGIZE TO ME.
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| what? |
[01 Mar 2009|07:30pm] |
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things always happen when you least need them to, and fuck everything else up.
ahahahahahahahhaha/kdjgh as'kehiyabe
why can't they just say 'i'm sorry, the number of pounds you are overweight thoroughly repulses me. I need someone who will not cause me to vomit during fornication'
???
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| night out |
[28 Feb 2009|02:30am] |
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we walked like MOST of the way back to the dorm
which is..ridiculous
since we were in town
then the bus to our dorm showed up
and we were like :O OMG PERFECT
and collapsed togetherin a three seater
and i was in the middle
and they both put their heads on my shoulders
and we were like 'what a fucking night'
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| The Downeaster "Alexa" |
[19 Feb 2009|07:56pm] |
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The Downeaster "Alexa" - Billy Joel |
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I'm obsessed with this song right now. I used to skip it everytime my Billy Joel playlist was on my iPod, just because I wasn't really familiar with it, but.. why? It's a beautiful song. I would post the lyrics if I thought they were particularly heartbreaking alone, but they aren't. Just the music and the way that he sings, it's unlike any of my other favorites of his.
Just makes me stop and stare into space.
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| Classes |
[17 Feb 2009|10:49pm] |
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Astronomy: I'm pretty much going to fail it unless I dedicate every spare moment of my time to studying algebra and physics. Because that's what I need to pass, and I've forgotten all of it already.
Comp Lit: Makes no sense because our professor is fucking insane. He's very nice and enthusiastic and sweet, but he's also a senile old nut.
French: I have like ...30 exercises due a week. I'm not kidding. And I've already missed 30 because I got into the class late and it was physically impossible for me to get a textbook anywhere near campus. AND the one I originally paid for was backordered.
Archaeology: Is nice.
Philosophy: Is worthless.
What grades I think I'll get:
Astro: C
Comp Lit: B-
French: B-
Archaeology: A-
Philosophy: A-
Please kill me.
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| Sick |
[10 Feb 2009|09:39pm] |
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When I get sick, everything goes out the window. I become totally useless, forgetful, whiny, and pathetic. I've only gotten out of my bed like, three times all day today. Once to put on pants, once to get an applesauce and some ginger ale, and once to change back into pajamas.
I can't remember if I have stuff to do, and even if I did, I wouldn't do it, because I can't even think.
I watched CSI Miami/New York/Vegas all day, and it didn't make me feel the least bit better. I was fighting to stay awake just to see the ends of the episodes.
I wanna go home and have someone take care of me.
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| Gym |
[04 Feb 2009|11:54pm] |
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Alysia and I have been going to the gym every day 20 minutes before it closes so that we can have 20 minutes of the machines all to ourselves. To me, it kind of feels like an enormous waste of time, but since it's otherwise usually enormously crowded, you just end up hovering around waiting for someone to get off the elliptical so you can have a turn.
So, we get our work out gear on.
Trek in the 10 degree weather and ice in our sneakers and sweatpants for 15 minutes, get to the gym, do the bike or elliptical for twenty minutes, get thrown out, and then walk back. I'm trying really hard to eat better and less, too. I am just sooo tired of looking at myself.
And I've decided it's time to work for what I want. (Even if I might not ever get it.)
So, go me.
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| Not really okay |
[02 Feb 2009|04:05pm] |
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i feel super fat.
and like, too tired to work out. but i need to work out, because i'm fat.
and i can't stop thinking about the guy that i like, even though i'm never going to get anywhere with that. ever. i have a shit ton of astronomy reading to do, but i really don't feel like dealing with it. at all.
i just want to go to sleep and wake up someone else.
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| Pride |
[27 Jan 2009|12:01pm] |
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| Greed: | Very Low
| | | Gluttony: | Medium
| | | Wrath: | Medium
| | | Sloth: | High
| | | Envy: | Medium
| | | Lust: | Very Low
| | | Pride: | High
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Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
I've never thought of myself as proud, but now that I think about it... ?
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| Way to make running fun: |
[21 Jan 2009|04:41pm] |
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DANCE-walk on the treadmill!!
i must have looked like such a fucking moron, seriously, but it's such a good buzz, and when i got off the treadmill i was singing 'never gonna give you up' at the top of my lungs and doing that like, roll forward, one back, then forward again thing.
I'm so smooth.
but that was pretty decent, 20 minutes of running and i'm winded but not dead. Well not really running, but not walking. i think the way the treadmill was inclined before was ruining me. it was like running up a hill. A steep hill. Why did my dad do that? God.
UPTOWN GIRRLLLL
:DD
edit: downside of dance-walking, I can't do it in public at the college gym. Damn!
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| /lame |
[20 Jan 2009|02:12am] |
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Feeling undesirable is really great.
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