i don't know what to do with you
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts, goals, or habits about yourself. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names & why you chose them. You can't tag a person who has tagged you.
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i think i drank expired orange juice today.
i like to write very bad poetry about myself and then read it in the middle of the night and say, "yes, that is what it is like."
i buy things compulsively. also impulsively. i am compelled to impulsively purchase things. i was talking to shaun about henry rollins, and he said he used to have a book by him, and i thought that was neat, so i went to amazon and bought three books by henry rollins.
there is nothing i like more than sitting in a small room all by myself.
i like being known but i don't necessarily like being liked. i wish i were more unlikeable.
when i was little, i imagined my life as a movie, starring me, so i always behaved as if there were a camera on me. sometimes, when i am alone, i still act for the camera.
after considering all the problems that sex has gotten me into, i have decided to stop sleeping with people.
i still don't know what i am doing with my life but that's ok.
i keep a dream journal. i think dreams are important.
i love to write. i am trying to write more.
i don't think i have ten friends to tag, but if you read this, consider yourself tagged.
so. back on campus, in my nice quiet dorm room. i went home for a while, a couple weeks of semi-solitude with mom and the kittens. it's kind of nice to go home, but mostly it just makes me kind of annoyed. i guess because i am not 19 anymore, but everything there is pretty much the same as when i was. i didn't really like being 19, and i don't really like being reminded of it.
i came back here a bit early because i really just want some time to close myself into my little room and not have anyone in my face for a couple weeks. that's all. i don't know why people find it so hard to understand, that i like being alone, that it is not boring, that i don't want to spend every minute with them. i've been back one day and already my room has been stormed and already i have to sit down and have that "i still don't want to date you" conversation. again. it's just so tiring, trying to explain myself, over and over, to people who supposedly know me well enough to like me. i'm just tired of dealing with people.
i'm gonna go throw out the rest of my orange juice.
ok.
i think i drank expired orange juice today.
i like to write very bad poetry about myself and then read it in the middle of the night and say, "yes, that is what it is like."
i buy things compulsively. also impulsively. i am compelled to impulsively purchase things. i was talking to shaun about henry rollins, and he said he used to have a book by him, and i thought that was neat, so i went to amazon and bought three books by henry rollins.
there is nothing i like more than sitting in a small room all by myself.
i like being known but i don't necessarily like being liked. i wish i were more unlikeable.
when i was little, i imagined my life as a movie, starring me, so i always behaved as if there were a camera on me. sometimes, when i am alone, i still act for the camera.
after considering all the problems that sex has gotten me into, i have decided to stop sleeping with people.
i still don't know what i am doing with my life but that's ok.
i keep a dream journal. i think dreams are important.
i love to write. i am trying to write more.
i don't think i have ten friends to tag, but if you read this, consider yourself tagged.
so. back on campus, in my nice quiet dorm room. i went home for a while, a couple weeks of semi-solitude with mom and the kittens. it's kind of nice to go home, but mostly it just makes me kind of annoyed. i guess because i am not 19 anymore, but everything there is pretty much the same as when i was. i didn't really like being 19, and i don't really like being reminded of it.
i came back here a bit early because i really just want some time to close myself into my little room and not have anyone in my face for a couple weeks. that's all. i don't know why people find it so hard to understand, that i like being alone, that it is not boring, that i don't want to spend every minute with them. i've been back one day and already my room has been stormed and already i have to sit down and have that "i still don't want to date you" conversation. again. it's just so tiring, trying to explain myself, over and over, to people who supposedly know me well enough to like me. i'm just tired of dealing with people.
i'm gonna go throw out the rest of my orange juice.