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Looking through the archive is a trip
Dude. This is so fucking funny.
I should start keeping a journal again.
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Anybody Know?
I'd love to be able to back everything on this blog up in a way that's visually pleasing and easy to parse, but lots of things seem to be against that for some reason.
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Love
OH my god, guys. I have met the love of my life, and I am going to marry her.
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Social Media is a Curse
I'm so fucking done with humans, man.
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Ruminating Mood
Sometimes I think about things.
Things that I don't tend to dwell on very much, like friends from the past I haven't spoken to in years, or earlier times in my life that now seem like a movie I watched about someone else.
I'm not feeling depressed, not really? All things considered, I feel okay. I feel like there's hope for the future and like I ( Read more... ) -
Of Mons and Years
Haven't updated this blog in awhile so I figure I might as well throw out some posts every so often to let the Russians who own the site know I'm still active.
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Depression Days
Having one of those days, you know?
One of those days when I just feel so sad and without direction or motivation.
There's all these things that I need to do, and would like to work on, but the motivation just...isn't there.
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Places I Remember
So I'm going to be moving soon ( Read more... ) -
Birthday Fallout Post
So aside from delcaring war on my student loan provider, I had a pretty good birthday. Went out for beers at a craft beer place with the Nates and Viren, got a lot of great presents, chatted with Mom and Mandako, watched Nate S finish DR1. Was a pretty fun weekend, though I didn't get a lot of downtime. (Doing my laundry as we speak because I suck ( Read more... ) -
創大生、勝ってやる！
In a lot of ways, Hachioji and Soka are still "home" to me. Even though I've lived in Hashimoto for going on three years, I don't feel as connected to the area. Of course, knowing me, it's possible that the reason for that results from how my stupid brain works, and maybe after I move again I'll regard this area with a sense of wistful nostalgia, ( Read more... )