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I've forgotten to update this, but I took an online quiz much to my dismay, which reminded me of livejournal. I find those things bothersome, too trendy, to be put in a journal which has always seemed like a heaven of free space to me, even if it is online. I'm rambling though and need to be hushed.
I'm constantly listening to old Mars Volta which is At the Drive In. I don't know which way the band broke up originally, who went where. The songs are so intricate and cryptic. I don't know what the lyrics mean, but I feel emotional, full, intelligent when I listen to them. It's my anti-hunger force.
It's contangious...
*sheepish grin*
I started back up studies with Aunt Cora. She was being a prude, bitchy even. T.T
Math is too complicated and mind numbing. I shall take a stand and not participate.
Jack and I are no more. I broke up with him. He's too dull, unpassionate. He didn't want to hold my hand or come over. He missed me going out with people and getting so drunk I couldn't remember anything. I missed him being simple. So, what? A misguidance of expectations. It's better this way.
I've picked up old habits. Running fingers over my body, mirror shots every five seconds, pilates, running, scratch, scratch, bruising. I even smoked a clove cigarette today, but it wasn't satisfying. Everything else is.
Spring, please come soon...
I'm constantly listening to old Mars Volta which is At the Drive In. I don't know which way the band broke up originally, who went where. The songs are so intricate and cryptic. I don't know what the lyrics mean, but I feel emotional, full, intelligent when I listen to them. It's my anti-hunger force.
It's contangious...
*sheepish grin*
I started back up studies with Aunt Cora. She was being a prude, bitchy even. T.T
Math is too complicated and mind numbing. I shall take a stand and not participate.
Jack and I are no more. I broke up with him. He's too dull, unpassionate. He didn't want to hold my hand or come over. He missed me going out with people and getting so drunk I couldn't remember anything. I missed him being simple. So, what? A misguidance of expectations. It's better this way.
I've picked up old habits. Running fingers over my body, mirror shots every five seconds, pilates, running, scratch, scratch, bruising. I even smoked a clove cigarette today, but it wasn't satisfying. Everything else is.
Spring, please come soon...