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[01 Oct 2006|06:48pm] |
I've had this journal since ryan jackson was my best friend. He's not anymore.
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New!
ps- everything about September has been horrible. I'm glad it's October.
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[15 Sep 2006|07:42am] |
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i'm not convinced.
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[11 Sep 2006|11:25am] |
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I WANT TO START OVER!
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[06 Sep 2006|11:22pm] |
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ADAM!!!!! LETS GET ICE CREAM, PLEASE!!!!
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[02 Sep 2006|10:23am] |
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I want things to collapse on me.
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[09 Aug 2006|12:17am] |
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I think I'm just now starting to figure things out. I can't stop thinking about this little boy in the woods with a scary monster face. I don't know.
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[24 Jul 2006|03:08pm] |
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You made that entire list up! LOLOLOLDLFJLKWROROROROROR.
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[09 Jul 2006|12:32pm] |
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I want to have pure nine-year-old fun. Dirty feet and all.
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[26 Jun 2006|11:31am] |
She understood the overwhelming, and nobody else has ever come close to that (no matter how much I wanted them to).
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
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[12 May 2006|12:06am] |
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So, I like how BOOKS was a category under HOME DECOR on the anthropologie website...I mean, who REALLY needs to read anyways?
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[05 May 2006|01:01pm] |
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ASI ASI!
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[02 May 2006|12:11am] |
It's a lot easier when you don't expect much.
I'm in a frogfish mood.
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[27 Apr 2006|04:43pm] |
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the red lagoon- devendra banhart |
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What was I doing trying to make columbia my home? Oh yeah, it was only because... I am going to miss greenville (but that's not why (or really true)). I used to be more alive than this. WHY ARE WE NOT IN ASHEVILLE LISTENING TO CYNIE READ POETRY? Not only am I afraid to own my writing, I'm pretty much afraid of owning in general.
Today is Adam's birthday.
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[21 Mar 2006|10:10am] |
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I've never wanted to read poetry as much as I do right now. I feel better.
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[14 Mar 2006|03:58pm] |
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God doesn't want me to drive. I'm sitting in my room right now, noticing all the hair on my floor(it's quite disgusting). My sister was in here earlier cheating on an art project and listening to a horrible radio station (which is actually still playing because I'm too lazy to get up and turn it off). I'm out of white cranberry/apple green tea (um?)... All my friends are going to prom except for me. I want to be on top of the parking garage. I want to see Myron's hands shake when he takes my order at coffee underground. I DO NOT want to wear rubberbands in my mouth for a month. Applying for jobs is horrible when you're an introvert person. I'm in LIKE LIKE. haha... uh.
An envelope filled with kafka's shorter stories, hafiz poems, and a comic on post-modernism has "Melody" written all over it? No way.
Where is the entertainer? And by entertainer, I mean the ice cream truck. Puffy cheeked kids licking popsicle sticks... Why do stay-at-home moms hate me? All I did was toss a football to her kid. But that's ok because Melissa made sure that her bass was loud and her cigarette was burning. This entry is probably the longest I've written in a while. I'm feeling insecure, and this will most likely be deleted. OK, OK.
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[14 Feb 2006|11:12am] |
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Some years are better than others.
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[18 Dec 2005|11:54am] |
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uhh...
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