Warning: Reading this will only force an eyebrow raise
A run-lover, occasional clove inhaler, pakistani nyc union worker in friend-love, dreams about supporting herself as a writer, an annoyed ice cream scooper, an everyday happiness faker, a true on-cue friendliness provider, a lonely NJ habitant, a lost soul, a hillary swank, clint eastwood fan like many people in America tonight, a Sarah-Jon-Becca-Shan misser, a rutgers commuter, a bit health-struggler, a snow-prayer, and all of those silly titles that force words into adjectives which attempt to describe this goof.
The gates were not awe-inspiring. But they were worth the trip. Monsoor brought me to a little middle eastern restaurant, a hooka (sp?) bar, another bar with a classic jazz band and powerful singer, a breakfast village diner and then the gates. He admitted that he has an ego, which I can only point at in terms of his occasional interuptions, but otherwise I disagree with him on that point. He is someone who I can sit back and listen to for hours. It's awkward words like the 'to' in that sentence that get to me.
I'm exausted from the smoking the drinking the food and NYC, and I feel old because of that. My every day ending is usually homework and slow-to-come and often interupted sleep. I could fall asleep within 15 minutes of jumping in bed at Rochester and I think it's because my friends satisfied my social demands and allowed me to feel validated. That sentence too was awkard and din't really convey what I wanted. I've just smoked a clove and I feel transparent. Or like the inhaled smoke is swirling around inside my chest. It's good feeling after being on my feet - bothered at customers for existing all day. I'm rarely this impatient with work and I want to work at Barnes and Noble. Not Emack and Bolios. And I feel guilty but I'm going to go for it. I'm tired of catering to others for something as soulless as retail, and Barnes and Noble isn't much better, but I'd be surrounded by books.
I still haven't sent the explanatory/apology/hello-be my friend letter to Dave and I feel awful about it. Everyone would say 'you have nothing to apologize for,' but I do. And I know it. I was careless with a friend and it has taken me much too much time to acknowledge it.
I really appreciate people who write somewhat consistently in livejournal. Bravo. And wild applause to the Academy tonight. A good selection. Whoa shitty commercials - the McDonalds commerical - with this me-aged girl walking, looking confident and young and pretty, carrying a McD's soda. Youngish - actually like high schoolers watch her pass and look dreamy, and then she says "Sorry guys, only one man goes with me to McDonalds," and as she passes you see a little kid on her back. Whether this is supposed to be her brother??? I doubt. She IS WAY TO YOUNG to be posing as a mother. It's disgusting and upsetting that it's taken lightly on this commercial. I am so against it, and it worries me- with all of the daycare options for Rutgers UNDERGRADUATES.
Be open-minded. Be accepting. Be realistic. NO. I can't. I'm a disney lover and pocohantas, ariel, cinderella, aurora, they were all brave, mostly strong women who fell in love with the male character and they would not be ready to raise a child. Let us all bask in the warm glow of the television (simpsons)
This is the most incoherent entry. Sorry bout that.
I have a friend-love for Monsoor and a long-distance/online crush on Amos.
Just a last minute admittingfest.
Love to all. love love love love love. there is not enough.
Read Mark Leyner. listen to the pixies. hug your mom as often as you can.
ok. seriously done. ahhhhh I'm fading.
Love!
*Brie
The gates were not awe-inspiring. But they were worth the trip. Monsoor brought me to a little middle eastern restaurant, a hooka (sp?) bar, another bar with a classic jazz band and powerful singer, a breakfast village diner and then the gates. He admitted that he has an ego, which I can only point at in terms of his occasional interuptions, but otherwise I disagree with him on that point. He is someone who I can sit back and listen to for hours. It's awkward words like the 'to' in that sentence that get to me.
I'm exausted from the smoking the drinking the food and NYC, and I feel old because of that. My every day ending is usually homework and slow-to-come and often interupted sleep. I could fall asleep within 15 minutes of jumping in bed at Rochester and I think it's because my friends satisfied my social demands and allowed me to feel validated. That sentence too was awkard and din't really convey what I wanted. I've just smoked a clove and I feel transparent. Or like the inhaled smoke is swirling around inside my chest. It's good feeling after being on my feet - bothered at customers for existing all day. I'm rarely this impatient with work and I want to work at Barnes and Noble. Not Emack and Bolios. And I feel guilty but I'm going to go for it. I'm tired of catering to others for something as soulless as retail, and Barnes and Noble isn't much better, but I'd be surrounded by books.
I still haven't sent the explanatory/apology/hello-be my friend letter to Dave and I feel awful about it. Everyone would say 'you have nothing to apologize for,' but I do. And I know it. I was careless with a friend and it has taken me much too much time to acknowledge it.
I really appreciate people who write somewhat consistently in livejournal. Bravo. And wild applause to the Academy tonight. A good selection. Whoa shitty commercials - the McDonalds commerical - with this me-aged girl walking, looking confident and young and pretty, carrying a McD's soda. Youngish - actually like high schoolers watch her pass and look dreamy, and then she says "Sorry guys, only one man goes with me to McDonalds," and as she passes you see a little kid on her back. Whether this is supposed to be her brother??? I doubt. She IS WAY TO YOUNG to be posing as a mother. It's disgusting and upsetting that it's taken lightly on this commercial. I am so against it, and it worries me- with all of the daycare options for Rutgers UNDERGRADUATES.
Be open-minded. Be accepting. Be realistic. NO. I can't. I'm a disney lover and pocohantas, ariel, cinderella, aurora, they were all brave, mostly strong women who fell in love with the male character and they would not be ready to raise a child. Let us all bask in the warm glow of the television (simpsons)
This is the most incoherent entry. Sorry bout that.
I have a friend-love for Monsoor and a long-distance/online crush on Amos.
Just a last minute admittingfest.
Love to all. love love love love love. there is not enough.
Read Mark Leyner. listen to the pixies. hug your mom as often as you can.
ok. seriously done. ahhhhh I'm fading.
Love!
*Brie