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I Once Said, "Only on the Eighth Day of the Week."
The bad thing about working for a chiropractor is that he believes I need adjusted as well. Of course I have that pesky little partially dislocated shoulder from, oh about eleven years ago. He heard it pop and started writing out the x-ray referral then and there; you know it's a bad sign when a chiropractor hears it from across the room and ( Read more... ) -
Sans Whiskers.
My mood has been all over the place tonight--of course, that would be an understatement. It actually started a few days ago and much as I try to remember, I can't remember what set the thought off, but I sure as hell know where it ended up heading. I ran into someone I used to know and I realized that it was actually somewhat painful to have to ( Read more... ) -
Just So You Know...
Got in safely and without going over the weight limit on my luggage. I suspect a black hole of luck appeared in my suitcase or something, because it's a small miracle. Although I just calculated it and it shows I was 54 kilograms (119 pounds?) on my large one and you only get 32 kilograms (70 pounds?)....how the fuck didn't I get charged?
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Won Out Over Buying Dinner, Too.
My attendance is so far beyond fucked that I just don't care anymore. Or at least i keep trying to convince myself of that. Seems I slept through my alarm yet again; woke up at 2.24PM (better than 7PM like normal, shitshitshit) and if I busted it, I might have barely made it on time while being a sweaty, chest heaving mess. However, if you ( Read more... ) -
"ASDF," the Fifth Grader Recommends Through False Recall.
I told twenty seven lies today. I told them to keep everyone away, to stop them from asking questions I didn't want to hear, to try and maintain the illusion that I'm better than I am. Self preservation and self protection seems like a fine line that I don't want to end up on the wrong side of again. Three were because I lashed out and knew the ( Read more... ) -
Until It Let Go.
I had to get it out of my system, so I wrote down my van Gogh dream in detail. Still fails to capture it, though. The thing that must be understood is that the place and everything in it resembles his painting; everything is in constant motion, the impasto effects having a life. It's hard to explain, but just imagine one of his paintings living ( Read more... ) -
It Was Only Supposed to Be About the Dream. Oops.
I had a dream about van Gogh last night.
That cannot be a good sign. Especially when the first time I tried to type that sentence it came out as, "Van Gogh had a dream about me last night." Shit.
I don't know where the fuck my head is, but I need to get my shit together. Otherwise I'm going to fuck myself up royally here, fuck up graduate ( Read more... ) -
That Is All.
Gackt was at the Apple Store in Ginza and I missed it ( Read more... ) -
The Evidence.
I'd say whatever the peanut gallery wants, the peanut gallery gets, but that seems a wee bit of the unwise and dangerous. ::laughs:: But I will acquiesce this once, my peanuts, since apparently you have been thusly named. Anyway, proof of my unusually girlish nails. I'm blaming them for my absolute idiot brain day. Oh, I was so retarded today ( Read more... ) -
Decompressing for Sleep.
Today was strange. When I got to school, the Korean gentleman (who is increasingly starting to make me feel...uncomfortable) gave me a fortune cookie. Japanese fortune cookies taste hella different than American ones, I've discovered. Almost buttery, like a pizelle (however the hell you spell that Italian flat cookieish thing), but it's so sweet ( Read more... )