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[sarah55555]

Hi, so... it's the morning. I just ate some oatmeal. It was banana flavored. I went to the ima yesterday and used what looked like the most entertaining machine. Oh, I had a cool thought the other day while I was sitting here at my desk. I'm glad I remembered it. Wouldn't it be cool if words were 2-d? Like, they had letters arranged in a

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[king_rachel]

You're weird. Your brain is weird. This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs. This is your brain on thugs. See spot. See spot run. Run spot run.
Last night I couldn't sleep so I fantasized about death (not mine) and how bitchy I can be if I put my mind to it. It was very distracting and vindictive. Then the goddamn fire alarm in the next building rang for half an hour.
And I hate all men. And I hate Aaron because he's shit good at Moonlight Sonata.
Spot!!!! Oh, and I spit Mountain Dew all over myself tonight at dinner laughing at something Tasha said that wasn't even that funny. Um, yeah, I felt dumb. So funny, but so dumb. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was you because you know me and they only sort of do, but whatever. I don't really care about people. Tomorrow I will go talk to my art history prof. I hope they have good summer programs. I hope they go to Egypt. Or India. God, I hope they go to Elura. I would die. I hope I get lots of credits too. I hope they go to Peru. I would die at that one too. Actually, pretty much anywhere, really.
I think I will think about that. That will bring me joy. I have a math test Friday. That does not bring me joy. I love Millie. She's great. Now I'm going to read about India. I love you. Someday maybe I will stop bugging you. Um, no, that's not true. You'll just have to deal with it. At least I give you pie. Or 3.14 and shit. Damn, I have to talk to my advisor too to see if I have to take math next quarter. I would like a quarter. I had to wait an hour and a half for Rachel to pick me up from the train station because our train was 20 minutes early. I love Western and I love the bay and I love the mountains and I love the clouds and I love my bed and I love all my crap but I do not love how low my bed is above my desk and I love the lounge but I do not love that Tasha is listening to sappy music but I love the pond because I will secretly release fishies in there to make babies and I love my fat pillows and I love my asian art history class and I love my classical art history prof and I love my soft soft sweatshirt and I love the woods and I love Bellingham and I love Fairhaven and I love me and I love my pencil sharpener and I love the lecture hall and I love my sockies with holes and I love my sweatpants and I love watching Lost and I love shit cheap movies and I love Millie and I love chocolate and I love fudge and I love candy but not gross candy and I love to say candy but I do not like to spit Mtn. Dew on myself and I love my teddy bear and I love my daddy because he bought me lots of food and I love my computer and I love my pencils and I love that I wrote a poem in Kelsey's notebook and I love rolly suitcases but I do not love that people are always using the laundry and I love my microwave even if they left out the turny plate and I love my dead doggie and I love saying paws and I do not love being sleepy but I love my bookshelf and I love the staple on the ceiling. Just in case you were wondering.

[king_rachel]

My comment is long. Gnols itnemm ocy m. Occam's Razor. Now I will listen to Moonlight Sonata because I love that too.