cleaning moving swimming packing burritos tightropes stolenbikes therapy applecrisp nap dinnerparty wine karaoke theataris danceparty architects cupcakes sleep.

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today i entered the phrase 'wait they don't love you like i love you' into the academic search engine jstor. first returned result: Obstacles to Condom Use among Secondary School Students in Maputo City, Mozambique.

um. i just ebayed a ticket to a sold out radiohead show in mexico city for spring break. we'll figure out the details of airfare, hotels, potential druggings later. right now i fucking win at life.


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the chinese words for 'blood' and 'snow' are phonetically similar. imagine if you confuse the two, like tonight when i protested riding a bicycle through blood instead of snow.

and by 'possibly' i mean indubitably for her discovery ( Read more... )

sorry for the journalspam, but miren:


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k: oh, you'll do fine [in reference to my impending teach for america interview] didn't you work for the peace corps last summer? or green day? something like that.

also, you know your life has turned into a meta-narrative when you find yourself relating a story in real life, and having to ask the question, "did you read this on my blog already?"

i wake up this morning and find that my craigslist posting for 'guys who don't think i'm a lesbian upon first impression' has been flagged and removed for inappropriate content. the people on the ithaca cl have no sense of humor. they flagged the time i posted an asofterworld comic in the casual encounters too. i received emails outraged by its ( Read more... )

there are some days where the strains of independent living become too much to bear. when even the simple act of typing away an essay on why you want to teach underprivileged children in new orleans seems too daunting a task. on those days (usually rainy), it is not uncommon for one to curl up in warm, shapeless clothing and long for the days of ( Read more... )