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But it has become 100000000x better with the discovery of this Tumblr:

http://most-awkward-moments.tumblr.com

A few favorites:

WHEN YOU SEE AN ATTRACTIVE PERSON THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO ENGAGE IN CONVERSATION AND YOUR FRIENDS SAY, “JUST GO TALK TO THEM”.

Holding hands

I love...

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Oh damn, I almost typed "I THINK THE NEIGHBOR'S KID REALLY DOES HAVE CEREBRAL PALSY!" into an OKC reply instead of my Nutang entry box. Close call!

But yeah I just saw a wheelchair go by through the cracks in the fence.

I seriously thought my parents were just speculating in a weird gossipy way when they said the kid had cerebral palsy. :|

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I just wandered into the living room and gave my reflection a thumbs up.

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Oh my god, yes, yes times a hundred.

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN A RAPIST PICKS UP A HITCH HIKING SERIAL KILLER.
Killer: turn down that dark road.
Rapist: I was planning on it.

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I typed out a whole long entry, then reread bits of it and scrapped it. It came out all wrong.

I feel..... kind of awful right now. Like "I just want to sleep for the rest of my life" awful. I'm so tired.

Spent a long time with Monsieur at school today. And I'm just calling him that because I figure I might as well keep up my silly habit of nicknaming them.

He ditched his class because he wanted to hang out with me instead. X| I feel like my presence is going to wreck his grades or something...

Anyway, the title.

My whole life, as long as I can remember, I've never felt anything could be infinite, limitless. When I was younger I used to think you were born with a set number of laughs, and every time you laughed, it depleted your store.

I still feel that way, maybe not about laughter, but about... other things. It's a little different now, though. Now I just feel like doing something over and over again renders it meaningless. An infinite supply of anything would instantly make it worthless to me.

I feel like I'm just an interchangeable peg that can easily fit into someone's life, but also easily be replaced if needed. Nothing memorable, nothing unique. Nothing special.

Variations on a theme. Remember that?

Break anything down enough, and nothing is special anymore.

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I feel really happy right now. X3

And I feel kind of weird about that because I told him he couldn't make me happy before.

Ooooooooops.

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This could be tricky. :/

Last time, I thought it couldn't hurt, but it did, and I still don't think I've recovered.

But... this is different. They're not the same person. It might not be the same?

There's only really a couple months though. And then it has to end. So I guess it's safe in that respect? Or maybe not...

So conflicted. And kind of confused. I don't know what to do.

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No, it was not a blowjob. I'm pretty sure it would severely compromise my morals if I were to become a part time sex worker.

Anyway, I haven't been contacted about doing it again, so I'm going to assume that I'm not making any more money off it. Oh well. $30 wasn't bad for the one time. I already spent about $10 of it on food. X|

Also, my old phone came back from the dead! -Weeps tears of joy-

I already got a new one, though. :/ I'm annoyed that the new one somehow has a shorter battery life and harder to use features. Isn't technology supposed to get... better... over time...? -Sigh-

We don't really keep milk in the house anymore, since I stopped drinking it, so when I was making mac and cheese today I had to figure out what to use as a substitute. We have milk substitutes... but they're all vanilla flavored, sweetened, or both. I ended up using yogurt in place of milk, 1:1.

It uh... came out very tangy. Tangy could be good, I guess, but it was kind of weird for me. I don't think I want to make that substitution again.

Oh, and good news! Since my phone was revived, I was able to swipe my pictures off it! And here they are, ladies and gents:

There's a FIGHT CLUB being advertised on campus!


It has not been completely well-received.


During one of my lengthy breaks, I read a fascinating article about rat mating habits and quirks.

If you can't read the caption, it says "SERENADING IN THE BUFF: Male rats make music during the act, uttering a special song for each phase of the intimate tango."

Here's the first new phone I got, which I didn't like:


It was severely lacking in the organizational department, which I use my phone for, so it wasn't useful to me.

Here's the phone I got after returning the other new one:


It has the ability to create recurrent appointments (unlike CERTAIN phones I can think of... -cough cough-), which is important to me. Unfortunately, it doesn't automatically put birthdays onto the calendar like my old phone did. Oh well. I guess you can't win on all fronts. :/

Lemme think... Oh, I'm going to the Renaissance Faire with Tyler on Sunday! So that will hopefully be fun. It'll be a long drive, so he suggested bringing some CDs to listen to. :D I've been browsing my music, trying to figure out what to burn onto a disc, but I ended up just listening to Splitsville for hours.

Maybe I'll just bring a mix of Splitsville and Point B. Powerpop/punk and old school dubstep. Good times, right?!

Man, I'm sleepy. Okay, the entry is over.

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