March 2010
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Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
– Geto Boys
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Gossip Girl Survey
Fill me out.
1. The first character I fell in love with: Dan Humphrey. 2. The character I never expected to love as much I do now: Chuck Bass. 3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Nate Archibald. 4. The character I love that everyone else hates: Not sure… I used to like Vanessa, but now the Dan-Vanessa thing grosses me out. 5. The character I used to love but don’t...
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Finals Week's (Optimistic) Lament.
frenchingtoast:
I’m tired. I am behind on my reading for school and I eat late night pb&j sandwiches. But I want everyone to know I haven’t skipped any classes this semester, I’ve never cheated on a test, and i’ve turned in all my homework. I’m a good kid. Just a tired one.
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent...
– - T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
But I will NOT be a Prufrock this week. Instead, I will be Little Gidding. And everything will be just fine.
To be productive (or not to be productive)
Don’t pay attention to this; this is strictly for my benefit… so that I don’t go crazy and attempt suicide over the next few weeks. Week Nine:
Mon., Mar. 1
English 21 Seminar Two: Walt Whitman, “O Captain! My Captain!” (postponed)
Request relevant sources from ARS.
Pick up all books from library.
RSOC 9H homework: Read articles posted on Angel.
English 21...
I got a callbackkkkkkkkkk.
But it’s a dance callback? Wear clothing appropriate for dance?
OH EM GEEEEEE. I haven’t had to dance anything choreographed in forever. I’m mildly freaking outttt.
I’m auditioning for SCU’s spring musical tonight……. O__O
Usually, I’d be stoked. But I feel completely unprepared because I’ve been suffering from this crazy, roller-coaster sickness for the past week. I haven’t been able to practice my song that I’m singing tonight. Or my monologue.
And now, I’m suffering from this annoying tickle in my...
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My boyfriend
is way too good to me.
He treats me like a princess. He gives me foot massages and back rubs. He buys me gifts, even when it’s not my birthday or Christmastime.
He puts up with my frustrating need for melodrama. He forces me to think rationally when I am unnecessarily emotional.
And now, he’s driving 500+ miles to see me for one night, because I told him that I really need to see...
I wish my life wasn’t so shitty.
I need some Ben and Jerry’s real bad. And maybe a foot massage.
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Here's a question for all of you...
Team Bryson or Team Sully??
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