You don't have to hate everything that isn't it.

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I've never really been able to collect anything.

When I was younger I thought it would be fun to have a rock collection. This basically meant I picked up random rocks and put them in my pockets for later rediscovery.

That lasted all of... three days? Probably less.

I think the problem is that I just can't get into anything. Nothing interests me enough for me to bother with collecting it.

Maybe that's good, maybe that's bad.

Anyway, I just realized that in a way, I collect webcomics now. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, chances are that you have somehow never seen the long list of them in my KtB module.

And... more recently I have started to collect hard copies of the webcomics I read, sorta. I've got a copy of Two Rooks, I'm Crazy, Rho, and soon
It's a pretty small collection thus far, but I'm thinking about adding the Finn and Charlie are HITCHED book to it.

Maybe when I'm older I'll have a special shelf for them. :P

Others I would like to add:

Dr. McNinja
Gunnerkrigg Court (I don't know where to get this)

I haven't bought any of the Girly books because the only ones available are the first and second ones, in which the style is extremely manga-ish.

If there were a Patches book I would probably get that too. Unfortunately there is not. ):

This was kind of a boring post. Sorry guys.

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Me: this bald guy just held out a bag of candy
Me: and i took some
Me: i have just taken candy from a stranger
Varsha: ...
Me: if it helps, his jacket said "SAFETY" on it
Me: i don't really know what i just took
Me: these candies are unlabeled
Varsha: i don't think you should eat them..
Me: too late

Yum yum.

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I don't know how I feel about time, or days, or weeks.

Hours, minutes, seconds. Dates on the calendar. Appointments that must be kept.

It's all very constraining. Of course I see the practicality of it all, but still, I often wish these labels and boundaries didn't exist.

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Boyfriend Dearest got my package today. He said the people who told him about it kept laughing.

They probably would've laughed more if they knew what was inside.



He... didn't understand the first one in the beginning. I had to tell him I'd been going around telling people I gave my boyfriend HIV for Valentine's Day before he got the joke. X|

I still don't know what he got me, although he said he bought one of those big fancy cards with sound. :P

Kinda wondering if I should've sent a card. I've no inspiration... :|

My reaction to his joking "will you be my valentine?" was as inappropriately unsubstantial as ever... so basically I just laughed.

I do not give direct answers.

There are things that need to be done. I don't want to do them.

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And by "brings all the boys to the yard" I really mean "makes me gag every few minutes in anticipation of throwing up in the near future."

Where did I find this wondrous milkshake, you may ask? Well, let me recount to you the events of my day...

The first half of it was pretty typical. Got up, went to go eat, came back and... did not do much. And then I took a nap at around 4:45 PM. Woke up at six because Casey texted me and told me we were going to the hookah bar at eight, and we were going to meet up with some people at Montgoris beforehand.

So I went back to sleep... dreamt the hookah bar was some dude's house... woke up at seven thirty due to another text, and headed to the dining hall.

We had some food and then walked down to the hookah bar. For some reason we took the long and icy/snowy route, so it took longer than it should have to get there.

Once there, they did not bother to ID us, though we had all brought out our IDs. We ordered a combo appetizer (fries, chicken, mozzarella sticks... and four little cups of sauce; what kind of sauce is uncertain.)

I didn't really want to try the hookah (which was strawberry flavored). So... I got a milkshake to sip at. It was okay, but honestly, Johnny Rockets makes them better. Better, cheaper, and bigger.

I ended up trying the hookah after awhile. It was.... okay I guess? I wouldn't do it again. It made me feel light-headed and I giggled for about a minute, but after that nothing happened.

Got another milkshake, which was a big mistake. I started to feel really sick, which was probably a result of the greasy food, milkshakes, and hookah.

Had to go outside a couple of times, which... helped very little. Eventually I just walked back with one of the other girls who came with us.

And.... now I am listening to opera on the radio. It's not bad, actually. Much better than whatever hip-hop/rap junk is on all the other stations.

OH! Also, my mom called and told me that my eleventh grade English teacher reads my poem (The Barrel and the Maiden) to all his classes.

Yay. :D

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Girl: UH, EXCUSE ME? When you left you bumped me, so next time could you say 'excuse me' when you go?
Me: Okay, I'll do it if you'd please ask me before you use my chair.
Girl: Well you weren't IN HERE and there was NOWHERE else to sit, unless you want me to sit on your BED.
Me: Um, no.
Girl: Then we're settled.

Fact: there was another place to sit-- the chair belonging to my roommate, whose friend this girl is.

Fact: I was outside of the room for a good twenty minutes before I returned, meaning she waited that long to give me attitude.
Opinion on said fact: um, if it happened once, let it go. If it happens five times, then you probably have a right to say something.

Additional commentary:

-WTF

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So they canceled my counseling appointment.

Guess I ought to try again tomorrow.

Ironically enough I was feeling fine before this happened.

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