Jan 22, 2004 20:26
She's making potpourri.
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My tongue is having third degree burns. I am thinking of giving up on the mouth altogether.
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I'll just tell you what I want and what I don't want.
I don't WANT to study for my precalculus final. This class is has been an adventure up until the very end, because by god, am I passing at this rate? (this rate being something like: I have passed two out of the ten or so tests we have had this semester). I love adventure.
Here's what I DO want: to eat and eat and eat, to run and run and run, to be at band practice, to be in boston, to be in texas, to have longer hair RIGHT NOW, hot hot chocolate that does not burn the tongue but makes my belly warm right away.
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Hey if in Moulin Rouge Satine has fucking consumption and it's a respiratory infection then why is she singing all the time. DOESN'T HER THROAT HURT?!
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I watched the video of my swing dancin'. And by god, I am short and staut.
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In women's voices a girl presented on Sylvia Plath:
"One of the first things I read by Sylvia Plath was a poem called 'Daddy'--" she pauses to look at the class, "I think it was about her dad."
Oh my gosh! More obvious poem interpretations please!!
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I need some earrings.
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Oh yes, the dancing.
There was quite a lot, and it was quite beautiful.
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And in retrospect I secretly liked Big Fish a lot--SORRY!
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Thend.