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i'm hungry. i am going to go by myself tonight, to the quiet pasta place with a book. i'm reading lolita again. i love nabakov's prose. i read these things and just think, "yes, that is EXACTLY how it is"
that i'm going home in about 14 hours hasnt sunk in yet. i havent really said 'see ya latah alligatah' to anyone. i havent packed or cleaned my room. i should do some dishes, or else the milk in the bottom of those cups is going to curdle or fossilize or something.
all i see around campus is long hair. i told a girl on the bus today that she had gorgeous hair, and all she did was give me a weak smile and look away. i hate strangers that dont appreciate compliments. much like deluca, i too chopped off my hair at douglas j. last week despite swearing i would finally grow it OUT. i want to feel hair swishing on my naked back. i've never had that. it's just hair it doesnt matter, but i just feel like i can never carry through with things i want.
what a snoring boring night. i should go to bower and party the night away. but. i dont feel like meeting strangers to whom i will be obligated to serve up weak like-me conversation. i just feel like sitting on a couch staring at the ceiling, but not alone. hellO hellO! is anybody IN there? just nod if you can hear me.... is there anyone home?
that i'm going home in about 14 hours hasnt sunk in yet. i havent really said 'see ya latah alligatah' to anyone. i havent packed or cleaned my room. i should do some dishes, or else the milk in the bottom of those cups is going to curdle or fossilize or something.
all i see around campus is long hair. i told a girl on the bus today that she had gorgeous hair, and all she did was give me a weak smile and look away. i hate strangers that dont appreciate compliments. much like deluca, i too chopped off my hair at douglas j. last week despite swearing i would finally grow it OUT. i want to feel hair swishing on my naked back. i've never had that. it's just hair it doesnt matter, but i just feel like i can never carry through with things i want.
what a snoring boring night. i should go to bower and party the night away. but. i dont feel like meeting strangers to whom i will be obligated to serve up weak like-me conversation. i just feel like sitting on a couch staring at the ceiling, but not alone. hellO hellO! is anybody IN there? just nod if you can hear me.... is there anyone home?