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[elanddom]

hi everyone. 
i miss you .. :(
and if any one could tell me what to do with my life, I'd love you for eternity. 
haha, that was a very, quote, unquote emo comment. seriously, college is nothing but dilemmas. thus far.

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[elanddom]

Garhar, a howler. I love it. Cause that would have totally whipped me into shape (letter-wise, not that the howler would senf me to the gym 8 hours a day, 6 days a week) because I totally would have imagined Mrs. Weasley's voice and I would have totally put myself in the place of one of her children. TOTALLY.TOTALLY. I think I'm going to go look into the shoebox of your letters sometime in the near future.

I have just labeled you as emo. Just kidding, of course. But seriously, you have just talked about poems and drugs in the same paragraph - that clearly states that you are emo. JUST KIDDING AGAIN. You're not emo - you're a lovely ball of sunshine that rains unicorns on the people who are so lucky to come into interaction with you. How's that? Better? I don't write poetry either. In fact, the only C that I've ever gotten in my highschool career was because I refused to participate in the second poetry segment of the year. I'm antipoetic.

AGREED. Although, it's probably already copyrighted. The people who own 'GET GLAD' might feel that their creative bubble has been burst.
Oh, you're officially my hero. I'm putting you on a pedastal as we speak, heh. Seriously, that's exactly what I mean. All my friends have, like, an undying passion for horses or nursing or drawing OR WHATEVER. And I'm sort of like 'erm, my Accounting class is easy? And you get paid alot so that could be nice...' but, ew.

[fimmhundrud]

HEE! All of your letters are in a shoebox in the bottom of my filing cabinet. It's so secretive? But, it makes it more fun when you go to look at them. Or at least I think so.
But I love us with our letter filled shoeboxes! We're so cute.

Yes, my poetry about opium-induced death (I forgot to mention the death! how un-emo of me!) was definitely the peak of my emo-ness. Because if I have to admit, I was a bit emo in 9th grade. BUT MY BEST FRIEND HAD JUST LEFT ME. I'm allowed to feel sad for like, an entire year? Or not. Whatever, everybody's a prat in 9th grade.
I am a lovely ball of sunshine. As are you, my antipoetic companion!
I, thankfully, have never had to repeat that awful poetic experience. Sophomore year required me to send in something to the school's literary magazine but I decided on submitting a short story even though I had to write more words. It was titled Four Magicians and a Flaming Pie and was inspired by Magical Mystery Tour. And the first line was Up, up, up, up, high up above the clouds, four magicians made their home. It was the only un-emo thing in the whole magazine. I was so proud. Hee! And people thought it was about my view of God. Don't you love how people pour meaning into just a bit of silliness?

Hum. Or you could possibly be sued by Bobby McFarin. He could claim you stole %50 of the lyrics. You could always change it to BE JOCULAR or something of the like.
Ew, numbers!
I'm passionate about uh, coffee so does that mean I'll end up a barista? Yeah, I really don't have any grand ambitions.

[fimmhundrud]

%50? I'm backwards.

50%. There we go!

[elanddom]

Haha. Mine takes 10 minutes to get out because its in the very last drawer underneath my bed. and I usually keep a bunch of rnadom shit like folders and books in the space between the nigtstand and that drawer. So first I move all that, then I open it and still have to wiggle it out. tee hee. I suppose you could call that secretive?

DEATH too?! My my, you were quite the emo. And no, losing a friend does not constitue any mount of grieving as Hamlet's mother was finished grieving her dead husband in 6 months! And I bet that SHE didn't write any poetry about opium, or herion or anysort of drug. /endextremesarcasm.

As in people interpreted it as your views of God - is that teacherpeople or studentpeople? Because if it was students, then you guys are leaps and bounds ahead of the cillun' at my school - most of which don't know what a metaphor is. But, nwahh! at your up-beat piece of writing! And I don't know how you imagine 'nwahhh' to sound but, I dunno, you should hear it sometime. its actually a pretty ugly 'word' but its used my me and my friend to express what words would otherwise say 'oh,that's cute you - I'm proud and/or flattered'. Anyway, what was I going to say.
OH YEAH. This reminds me of the time that I had to write a vingette and I couldn't think of anything to right about ( I never can. My creative writing teacher's favorite piece last year was based very tightly on a Rilo Kiley song ) and so I was chattin' with Katy and she said 'write about me!' and so I did. Then later in class I was all 'fuck symbolism - I hate it, who would use it?' and my teacher's like 'but didn't you use symbolism in that piece about the girl waiting for Lost to start?' hee. that was probably a waste of internet but that's what it made me think of.

Is that that Reggae man? Don't worry, be happy? that's true. HAHA. BE JOCULAR. I love it. And no sue-age involved.
Yes, you will be a barista and I will be some one who wears mittens for a living. OH. I could be a mitten model. Actually, I sort of want to be , like, a park ranger in the Tetons or Yellowstone - the only thing that would make me not want to is that I would be afraid that the prettyness would get too normal...

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