You Are 63% Vain
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Two months to the day until I graduate from college.

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• apply for degree application? (didn't know i had to do that)
• Make Greek flyers
• Write script for spaghetti dinner!!!
• do research for The SHOW
• go and visit Susan for above

Symphony no. 2

Anton Mikhailovich spat, said "yuck", spat again, said "yuck" again, spat again, said "yuck" again and left. To Hell with him. Instead, let me tell about Ilya Pavlovich.

Ilya Pavlovich was born in 1893 in Constantinople. When he was still a boy, they moved to St. Petersburg, and there ( Read more... )

Dear Self,

These are things that you have to do by Wednesday:

• Spanish homework, monday and wednesday*
• read Rebels: The Irish Rising of 1916
• read some random book for sociology*
• write "freewriting" journal for english
• start historical research for Picnic, horray for plays set in 1952!*

when you're depressed and you don't have enough money to pay off your credit card cause your an impulse buyer, there is nothing like Food Network and no bra.

I have three hours to finish the (supposedly) preparatory work for the play I already put up.

@ 4pm, let's see if I get to graduate.

{I hate this limbo... waiting is the worst part. It might be about the journey and not the destination, but I'm already saying "Are we there yet?"}

Tell me is love
Still a popular suggestion,
Or merely an obsolete art?
Forgive me for asking
This simple question;
I'm unfamiliar with this part
I am a stranger here myself

Why is wrong
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You Are Big Black Boots!
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" 'There's just one little thing: a ring. I don't mean on the phone.' "-Eartha Kitt
By Kathy Fagan

In lieu of the latkes,
the usual caroling,
and adorable Kazakh
orphans, instead of the crèche
and, après ski,
the figgy pudding slash
kwanzaa stew,
the yuletide blogging,
the tinsel, the garland,
and eight maids eggnogging,
allow me to mince
neither word nor pie
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