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the best part about waking up for class is your father asking where the acceptance letter is, then pitifully explaining that my new college education is gonna break the bank, and that we're "really gonna struggle to make ends meet"
nothing like a bowl full of guilt with two scoops of raisens to get your day started.
besides this hasn't really hit me yet. I'm sure the shock is going to wear off in a couple hours, followed by jubilence, knee-shaking paranoia, a complete meltdown, and then acceptance. and by that time I have math. so neat.
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that is the mouth of a girl that is sick
that is the mouth that no words or "ahhhh" saying can escape.
that is the mouth that, so viral and bacterial, not even those guys from Outbreak would go get me cough drops.
that is the mouth...that I can't smoke out of. FUCK.
so I lost my voice. what is this shit? I thought I'd make the most of what little means of communication I do have (namely xanga). maybe I'll be like Beethoven (only twisting his scheme a bit) and carry around a notepad to write in and show to people. and then can answer me in screams and bellows, to boastfully mock me.
fuck this sick shit.
nothing like a bowl full of guilt with two scoops of raisens to get your day started.
besides this hasn't really hit me yet. I'm sure the shock is going to wear off in a couple hours, followed by jubilence, knee-shaking paranoia, a complete meltdown, and then acceptance. and by that time I have math. so neat.
[IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/halloconor/throat.bmp[/IMG]
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that is the mouth of a girl that is sick
that is the mouth that no words or "ahhhh" saying can escape.
that is the mouth that, so viral and bacterial, not even those guys from Outbreak would go get me cough drops.
that is the mouth...that I can't smoke out of. FUCK.
so I lost my voice. what is this shit? I thought I'd make the most of what little means of communication I do have (namely xanga). maybe I'll be like Beethoven (only twisting his scheme a bit) and carry around a notepad to write in and show to people. and then can answer me in screams and bellows, to boastfully mock me.
fuck this sick shit.