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Nov. 23rd, 2009 @ 02:07 am to smile
what's the point? why ask why? why know anything more?

Is there any reason I can agree with? I want to know why...


I don't know how to think to myself anymore... for myself... i suppose i need more parameters and more sleep
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Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 01:17 am Oralous
Waking up to adorn slippers and a bathrobe then briskly walking to the post office half a campus away in the morning doesn't happen. What does happen could be summed up in as many as two words: sleep, in.

When given a choice between adventure and burrowing deeper into the sheets, my stress levels lately tell me to choose the sheet hole. I day dream about trekking deeper into money making schemes, wild abandon and secluded refuge.

I daydream and the day bright.


We are a brat. You oar my tanker.
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Aug. 31st, 2009 @ 12:08 am (no subject)
And a kiss before you leave
because that's what you've wanted from me
not the way it'll end you'll see
not when it's coming from me
you'll get your kiss at the door
and when you come back you'll get some more.

So many people coming and going and all I want to do is kiss them goodbye and hug them hello.

I want out of this place.

But I'm commited to school for now.
I'm not challenging myself with these classes.
School might have been a bad choice.
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Jun. 21st, 2009 @ 02:54 am (no subject)
I'm sad. When will he ever grow up? How do i help? i want nothing to do with it
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Jun. 6th, 2009 @ 09:43 am Ost, Comp: septic drilling enterprizes.
Alright, I've slept on it. If tossing, turning and wrestling with sheets liying awake mulling over the few potential skills with which I could turn into an income counts as sleep, then I slept like a baby. A crying in the middle of the night, stinky butt baby, which brings me to the small list I devised around 4:00AM

Top two skills I could specialize in (if not with which already an experienced specialist):

1.) Pooping.

2.) Reading without comprehension.


If I can somehow combine these skills into a business or featured attraction, there may be a way to buy that Space Jam VHS at Goodwill. In fact, sketching out a business model will be todays goal.

Good.
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Jun. 6th, 2009 @ 12:33 am Ince, Happenstan: Pursian rug importer
Suppose it won't hurt to update a few times here and there around the 'I don't like LJ no more' bin.

Doing very well, thank you for asking, Live Journal.

I has job and I has companion and I has modest ambition after much time regrouping from the all-encompassing turbulent home life and uncomprehending social(let alone Educational) years of highschool.

I'm finding footing and making advances and am not too eager to talk these meager personal triumphs up for fear of losing them, but I will say this on their behalf, I'm trying, I'm hoping, and I'm keeping it real. Real cool.


Here is a goal for myself.

I'm going to become a specialist with something, challenge it to teach me a thing or two about how to go about specializing in anything in the first place then apply it towards generating an income.

With the many ways in which people generate supplemental incomes in the world by doing something they are good at and love, there has got to be a way for me to do the same. And there has got to be a way to put all of my butt in it with room to grow, whatever it may be.


In any case, the hour is nigh and the air is chilling my alpaca dry as a horn tail.

Goodness.
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Mar. 20th, 2009 @ 09:52 pm make frown could do better
It seems to me that earth is granted.

By whatever mode of gravity allowing me to freely claim myself, I am granted a mind and body and the earth and this is all I get and this is all mine and I own these things with my life and throughout my life.

I am granted limited time, limited health, limited wellbeing, limited company.

I am granted possibility upon experience upon existence and of that I am granted death and it is all my own.

Our entire life is all we are granted.

We're all alive and we're all dead and that is the limit.
That is all we are granted.

We are not granted health, love, shelter, food, our limbs, our eyes, our tung, our family, our friends, our breath, our ability to eat, our ability to poop and clean ourself, we are not granted to learn and think, we are not granted a long and full life.

Nothing we live for from day to day is granted and you better not take it like it is.

Even when you are in the least of company on your last leg with your last afforded bread and wine, you were never granted anything more than a body, a mind and some time.
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Mar. 1st, 2009 @ 04:13 pm Farewell, Blog.
I started blogging as a 16 year old high school student February 2004.
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Feb. 12th, 2009 @ 08:26 pm I'll find you and i'll kill you.
Just deserts. Four evr


I can't figure out where I got this playlist from. It popped up when I turned the computer on... was it coyle? was it... balliettt?

I like it allot. Maybe it was messenger.

Who cares. Just burn it and go... and pick up the slates the wind has blown off.
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Feb. 4th, 2009 @ 08:25 pm (no subject)
House MD is really sucky these last two seasons. It's hard to watch now!
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Jan. 31st, 2009 @ 02:08 pm (no subject)
maybe i'm over reacting. Yeah... turn the other cheek, chekov. turn de udder cheek
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Jan. 29th, 2009 @ 01:02 pm y u do that????
Every time I blow my god damn nose I get a fucking nose bleed. AHRHAFGE DRY AIR AHEAGFEJF
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Dec. 16th, 2008 @ 03:47 pm For Your Health
Health
> do shit
> sweat
> stretch
>

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Dec. 5th, 2008 @ 07:19 pm Now you've done it.
Happy Things, Day 3/4:

> Today wasn't very happy at all. These days are needed.
> Conversation with grandma via phone 12:30Pm
> Rediscovering Of Montreal. Thinking of Ben/Melisa
> Thinking of Ben/Melisa and how I'd like to see them.

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Dec. 4th, 2008 @ 03:04 pm Malard Season
Happy Things, Day 2/4:

>Discovery of LCD Soundsystem, Crystal Castles, and THOTH
>More inside jokes(1) with the Lacy that paints.
>Realizing ADD has ruined my life(21) 1:30PM, proceeding to stack wood anyway.
>Message(3) from Beth ShyBull, Tucker, and DLON.


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Ghostland Observatory is FINALLY ON PANDORA


http://www.pandora.com/music/album/ghostland+observatory/robotique+majestique


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtFVRo1ovIk
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Dec. 3rd, 2008 @ 04:44 pm Asia Goes Nuts



Happy Things, Day 1/4:

> Lacy and I did stupid yoga stuff 1:30 AM.
> Satisfied craving for potato chips three times since 3:30AM.
> Sun was out when I woke + Entire day to myself to get shit together.
> Getting shit together alone.
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Nov. 21st, 2008 @ 12:32 am Meh.
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Nov. 17th, 2008 @ 01:04 am (no subject)
I've never hated the way I've turned out more.
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Nov. 10th, 2008 @ 02:34 am You can. Learn. To get along.
Current Music: Inside of Love- Nada Surf
My empathy spawns from wanting to be with everyone. Maybe for you it's simple and solid like hope and stands alone quite easily. Maybe to others it's selfish and rancid and clingy like a slug.

Empathy isn't singular just as hope is like air; works with every meal, but only before or after your drink.

Whatever it is, when used properly, is pure and unique like every moment chosen as significant. It's still everywhere. For everyone. When you use it.
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Oct. 19th, 2008 @ 03:19 am (no subject)
Fact the fact off. Facts. Factass. Big fat functioning factfart.
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