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It's been a bad day.

There are no answers here.

Dude. Seriously, I'm on vacation. Kinda. This is pretty awesome.

-fweeeee!-

A real update probably tomorrow.

Things are so much better today than yesterday, I have no words to describe.

Leaving later on. More once I actually get some sleep, or have nothing else to do. Whichever comes first.

God, I am tired.

I rarely ever buy CDs, but I am TOTALLY buying From The Screen To Your Stereo, parts 1 and 2, by New Found Glory.

WHY, you ask?

BECAUSE -boot to the face-.

That's why.

(Okay, maybe because it's because it's full of covers of songs from movie soundtracks. And because I love New Found Glory.)

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So, I've been going through my old journals lately,  and I've started the compilation project/journal transfer of just about every entry I've made since I joined LJ waaaaay back when. All other journals will be made private, and I'll be transferring everything over to 
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It's amazing how musicians put down words in ways I never could.

I'd give anything to be this to someone.

Standing on the edge of morning,
scent of sex, and New Found Glory
playing as she's pulling back her hair.
She drives away, she's feeling worthless.
Used again, but nothing's different.
She'd stay the night, but knows he doesn't care.

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I seriously want to send a secret in to PostSecret.

I just can't bring myself to sit down and put it on paper.

-sigh-

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So, I've noticed that this journal is pretty much a compilation of the SHORT version of every angsty thought I've had since early February.

It's nice to be able to put it down somewhere.

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...I am suddenly quite happy.

^__________^

Bridges of Madison County is so much better when you imagine the plot of the movie is Clint Eastwood pretending to be a photographer trying to seduce and Iowa housewife. "Francesca," he says to her, "we're not doing anything you can't tell your children about. For god's sake, woman. I'm Clint Eastwood... I mean... I'm a photographer."

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