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5th place in the slam tonight, but making it into the second round was exciting. I read emotionally exhausting poetry, and I feel drained and I long for a cuddle conversation talking about Hollywood and lace and how our parents influence our views on longterm relationships. I am tired, I can feel the red in my eyes, but I don't want to go to my restless dreams just yet. Oh awkward words. Oh high school, you are so much wrapped around me today! Two people from my high school went to the slam. I read a poem about a high school friend. And Amanda called me today to tell me she is coming to visit tomorrow. I am so excited to see her.
PS: Keats poem "Ode on a Grecian Urn". Ironic? y/n
PS: Keats poem "Ode on a Grecian Urn". Ironic? y/n