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Been wandering in and out of the magical world of work and school. At this point I'm trying to remember what natural sleep is like. Seriously, I'm thinking of stocking up on Smirnoffs so that I can just down one on nights when I can't seem to shut my brain up. The bummer of that is if I let myself get to used to it I could end up being just another college lush, and personally, I don't like having every droplet of sweat that oozes out of my pores to smell like last week's garbage left to compost under the Death Valley sun. Just a thing I guess.
Went out to watch Emily Rose with some friends from HS, wound up not making the flick (um... yay actually) so instead we wound up at one of their houses watching The Exorcist. I'm now ashamed of having been too afraid to watch it for these past several years. Ah well, the folly and lack of immunity that childhood carries with it. Now that I've been rather desensitized to obviously faux fear I can watch the movies and be all "I waited that long for this !?!" about it. Wow, do I feel supercillious now.
Rapture! My vocabulary is re-visiting me. I hope to return it to what it once was, before I tripped over a foot in the dark. It's bad enough to feel dumb, but even worse to realize that the bump might actually have dumbed me down a bit. It makes me sad to grasp for the words that used to roll off my tounge like pillbugs in the palm of a child's inqusitive hand.
Went out to watch Emily Rose with some friends from HS, wound up not making the flick (um... yay actually) so instead we wound up at one of their houses watching The Exorcist. I'm now ashamed of having been too afraid to watch it for these past several years. Ah well, the folly and lack of immunity that childhood carries with it. Now that I've been rather desensitized to obviously faux fear I can watch the movies and be all "I waited that long for this !?!" about it. Wow, do I feel supercillious now.
Rapture! My vocabulary is re-visiting me. I hope to return it to what it once was, before I tripped over a foot in the dark. It's bad enough to feel dumb, but even worse to realize that the bump might actually have dumbed me down a bit. It makes me sad to grasp for the words that used to roll off my tounge like pillbugs in the palm of a child's inqusitive hand.