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it's early and i'm not home. well i am in the sam building but not really at home becuase i'm not in my room because i'm in kansas' room.
"art is so cool" -steph no. 1.
i have no idea what they're talking about, but you know that's ok because i'm writing in my journal which is apparently addressed to you. so yes come here to me and drink of my soda and year your blanket. mabye we'll have another slumber party tonight. but this one not in my room, yet still 2 hours. those are always the best. we had a good night tonight i believe. marlon hates me now, and you have turned him against me. anger. no not really but still an ominous feeling of alienation is getting ever apparent. i may perhaps be bringing it onto myself. it's not in a bad way, i think i need some solitude in my life. it's weird, i took a course based on identity and i'm working on creative ways of finding solitude and, not to sound cliche, finding myslef. not in a sence of "i'm moving to new mexico and living in a tent for as long as possible" way that matt and david did but more in a i've always felt something deeper inside of me and i need to bring it out. i also hope that my phil class will help me out with that. while reading republic i thought about my injustice or justice whatever it may be, and why i choose which path. i consider myself a basically just person and apparently for the right reasons to. i don't do it out of fear for the law or anything like that, i get away with anything i really need to, but i do it because i just want to. not only do i feel better about myself afterwards, but i feel a sence of reward just for denying myself whatever some would consider an unjust peasure or anything like that. (that was my brief discussion with, well, you about plato's republic or at least the beginning of the second book of it) i feel like starting live journal drama soooooo i hate you....yes you know who you are and i hate you because you suck.
enough with the drama. i want to watch a movie on my big tv but my roommate is presently occupying my room. hmmmmm. and so apparently i have to wait until the 28th until he will leave and hopefully leave my alone and in my wonderful wonderful solitude. it's weird i don't consider myself a lonely nor miserable person (sorry about going back to this by the way) but i just really enjoy being alone sometimes. great great fun. do you see how insightful i get when i listed to death cab? i told you. lip ring. hey ya! jones soda. diesel watches. nakedness, well stripping. and lovely 3 o'clock. sweet dreams.
"art is so cool" -steph no. 1.
i have no idea what they're talking about, but you know that's ok because i'm writing in my journal which is apparently addressed to you. so yes come here to me and drink of my soda and year your blanket. mabye we'll have another slumber party tonight. but this one not in my room, yet still 2 hours. those are always the best. we had a good night tonight i believe. marlon hates me now, and you have turned him against me. anger. no not really but still an ominous feeling of alienation is getting ever apparent. i may perhaps be bringing it onto myself. it's not in a bad way, i think i need some solitude in my life. it's weird, i took a course based on identity and i'm working on creative ways of finding solitude and, not to sound cliche, finding myslef. not in a sence of "i'm moving to new mexico and living in a tent for as long as possible" way that matt and david did but more in a i've always felt something deeper inside of me and i need to bring it out. i also hope that my phil class will help me out with that. while reading republic i thought about my injustice or justice whatever it may be, and why i choose which path. i consider myself a basically just person and apparently for the right reasons to. i don't do it out of fear for the law or anything like that, i get away with anything i really need to, but i do it because i just want to. not only do i feel better about myself afterwards, but i feel a sence of reward just for denying myself whatever some would consider an unjust peasure or anything like that. (that was my brief discussion with, well, you about plato's republic or at least the beginning of the second book of it) i feel like starting live journal drama soooooo i hate you....yes you know who you are and i hate you because you suck.
enough with the drama. i want to watch a movie on my big tv but my roommate is presently occupying my room. hmmmmm. and so apparently i have to wait until the 28th until he will leave and hopefully leave my alone and in my wonderful wonderful solitude. it's weird i don't consider myself a lonely nor miserable person (sorry about going back to this by the way) but i just really enjoy being alone sometimes. great great fun. do you see how insightful i get when i listed to death cab? i told you. lip ring. hey ya! jones soda. diesel watches. nakedness, well stripping. and lovely 3 o'clock. sweet dreams.