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Today was a pretty good day. I learned some pop culture, and cuddled.
In other news, I want to go to cowboys. I am pretty confident in it being a classy joint. I haven't gone out in so long. I don't really miss it. I do, however, miss walking around aimlessly on campus with snow falling and night. The gym in my apartment is being unco-oporative and not opening. I go, everyday, and check if the doors are open, to no avail, might I add.
K-Fed and Britney are dunzo. I read it on Pink is the New Blog, so it must be true.
Why's it that I want it to snow, and be Christmas? I love Christmas. It is barely November. The Santa Claus Parade is in a couple of weekends.
If I had no thumb I wouldn't be able to give people a 'thumbs-up'.
I want to teach Norman Chester how to hug me back. I keep thinking we get some progress when he doesn't bite me, but he never shows me any raw emotion. Normy, I just want you to love me, is all.
The bus today was so full. I felt like a sardine, in a sardine can of all things. It was a humbling experience. The girl on 'made' is training to be a boxer. At least I am not that craz-ay.
When I fall in love, it will be cute
and we will sit across the room from each other
just to talk through cans on string
My entries from last year are far too despondent. I like to mention this, but f'real. Wha happened? When did I see the error in my ways and suddenly realize it is all just not worth it. I was once asked if all my behaviour was worth it. Being sad, when you are sad, feels like the only option. It is almost as if you want to be sad, and you reach out for people to help you but you don't really want their help. It is a strange thing, especially in retrospect.
This was supposed to be a pick me up.
Embarassing dream: I went all the way to school, and had no pants on? You didn't think I was going to reveal all my secrets, now, didja?
One Love.
In other news, I want to go to cowboys. I am pretty confident in it being a classy joint. I haven't gone out in so long. I don't really miss it. I do, however, miss walking around aimlessly on campus with snow falling and night. The gym in my apartment is being unco-oporative and not opening. I go, everyday, and check if the doors are open, to no avail, might I add.
K-Fed and Britney are dunzo. I read it on Pink is the New Blog, so it must be true.
Why's it that I want it to snow, and be Christmas? I love Christmas. It is barely November. The Santa Claus Parade is in a couple of weekends.
If I had no thumb I wouldn't be able to give people a 'thumbs-up'.
I want to teach Norman Chester how to hug me back. I keep thinking we get some progress when he doesn't bite me, but he never shows me any raw emotion. Normy, I just want you to love me, is all.
The bus today was so full. I felt like a sardine, in a sardine can of all things. It was a humbling experience. The girl on 'made' is training to be a boxer. At least I am not that craz-ay.
When I fall in love, it will be cute
and we will sit across the room from each other
just to talk through cans on string
My entries from last year are far too despondent. I like to mention this, but f'real. Wha happened? When did I see the error in my ways and suddenly realize it is all just not worth it. I was once asked if all my behaviour was worth it. Being sad, when you are sad, feels like the only option. It is almost as if you want to be sad, and you reach out for people to help you but you don't really want their help. It is a strange thing, especially in retrospect.
This was supposed to be a pick me up.
Embarassing dream: I went all the way to school, and had no pants on? You didn't think I was going to reveal all my secrets, now, didja?
One Love.