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For the past several months I've been contemplating this move to a friends only journal. Not so much that I'm tired of the drama this thing induces, but rather because of the people who read it who I honestly don't want to let read it any more. I'm going to be flushing out my friends list, and from here on out all my entries will be protected ( Read more... )

I looked around at my fellow audeince members and I have come to this conclusion:

People are retarded.

I really think I left that play hating almost everyone else watching it with me.

~L~

Ugh...I didn't go to most of my classes today 'cause I woke up feeling quite crappy, and in my haze and inability to think or see straight I managed to take my meds twice, meaning I'm all sorts of antihistamined. I got to Tyler hall for my first class...at least the front steps, and I was getting dizy and all around not good. I turned around to ( Read more... )

Alright people, here's the thing. If you know any bit of my contact information (IE: Street addy, phone number, e-mail addy, aim sn, lj username, etc.) then congratulations, I probably wanted you to have it and have no reason to not want you to. However, do not give out my contact inforamtion to someone unless you know 100% (see also: ask me ( Read more... )

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I hate Jonel. I hate food journals. I really don't see the point in writing up a 30 minute warm up in such detail that a moron could folow it. Sorry, I'm going to use technical terms relevent to dancers, martial artists, and yoga students. Why? 'Cause I'm the only one whose ever gonna do this damned thing ( Read more... )

I want to see treacerbullet in fishnets, and ladybird7 in a sweatervest.

~L~

Literature is like a can opener in the same way a raven is like a writing desk--they both look the same when you turn out the light.

~L~

Today we went for a walk because I wanted to use up the last of the film on my camera so I can get the Cruxshadows pictures developed. I wanted to take pictures of the things that I always look at around here. The objects that are a big part of my existance. The ones I gaze at when I'm lonely, or happy, or afraid, and they always echoe me in the ( Read more... )