I keep turning over certain scenes in my head, trying to preserve the details...

The novelty of the situations...
The feelings, or lack thereof...
How things might have looked from a third person perspective...

In other words, the usual.

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I must read three chapters of my psychology textbook by tomorrow. Also, there are readings I must finish so that I can write a three page paper for my theology class. I don't expect that to be difficult.

It's not that any of this is hard, it's just that it's tedious, and I continually lack the motivation to do any of it. -Sigh-

All I want to do is eat and sleep. X|

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I'm so stupid. Instead of taking a shower or writing my Theology/DNY papers, I'm composing pointless poetry. Blah.

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This morning I had cashews and a fruit bar for breakfast, because the earliness of my classes does not permit otherwise. D:

I've been using one of the hair ties he gave me to close the bag of cashews. :P

And then in my tired state (I only got four hours of sleep because I was writing a reaction paper for stupid DNY) I put the tie somewhere, and couldn't find it.

BUT, after class, I straightened out my covers and there it was! So yes, much rejoicing.

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Speaking of covers, I really need to wash this comforter. I keep sleeping on it in my day clothes because I just come back from class and take naps. Can't imagine that it's exactly squeaky clean.

Also, today's XKCD really speaks to me.

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I added Lala to the BtD module. Go check it out, it's pretty awesome.

The webcomics list is continually expanding, too. So y'know, if you're bored, try clicking a few of the links in there... (I'll vouch for the quality of all the ones in there...)

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This has been the case in the past, and I have no intention of discontinuing this time-honored tradition.

When I listen to A Kiss From Your Lips by The Flamingos, I want there to be a scene in a movie with it.



The music would be kind of muffled, and it would sound as if you were hearing it from the other side of a tunnel.

There would be a person, sitting by him or herself on the hood of a hollowed out, robin's egg blue 50s style car, next to a dry cliff somewhere as the last red smear of the sun disappeared behind the dark horizon. They would look distant, perhaps contemplative with a touch of sadness or regret. Overall though, the expression would be one of tired resignation.

He/she would slowly get up, stand for a moment, looking straight ahead at nothing specific, then turn and walk away from the camera into the distance.

As they get farther away, the music increases in volume slightly, until the figure has been engulfed by the darkness. Everything goes black then, but the music carries on.

My imagination ends it there, but as in a dream, there is a sense of knowing. As the person fades away, you know that they won't see the morning.

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I feel like my mind stole this from somewhere and remixed and repackaged it...

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Oh, I finally wrote a letter. Haven't sent it yet, but I'll do that tomorrow morning... Or maybe tonight? I need to figure out where to put it. :S

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We attended a show at The Knitting Factory last night. It was, simply put, awesome possum-tastic.

First band: Gnaw [?]

Sounded like: a thousand angry scribbles stabbing my brain

Highlights: Slow motion, unenthusiastic headbanging by lead singer; the BOOM man [just some old asian dude sitting on stage with a Macbook that stood up and started screaming "BOOM!" into a microphone.... truly epic though]

Second band: OVO

Sounded like: Crazy in a can, a trance of insanity, owls screaming while on fire

Highlights: The masked-wrestler looking, tanktop/skirt wearing fat dude playing the drums with astounding agility; the masked singer playing her dreadlocks with a violin bow; our inability to understand anything that was being said

Third band: Subarachnoid Space

Sounded like: Melodic dreams punctured by static with a touch of hypnosis, a carnival of robots being swarmed by bees

Highlights: The fastest drum playing I have ever seen; the front man's hand turning into a blur as he played his guitar; all the band members looking like cult followers because of their white outfits

Fourth band: Child Abuse

Sounded like: Meh disguised as rock with noise crumpled up and thrown all over it

Highlights: Their name; the pauses between songs so that we knew when to clap even though they weren't that good; the... singer's crazy antics; the creepy older guy stalking around who looked like a rapist

It was a good night. :D We were all a bit deaf after the show, but it was fun, so who cares? I especially liked OVO... search 'em up on Youtube if you're curious. Subarachnoid Space was pretty good too, but the noisy pauses between the rhythmic parts were too long and they made me impatient.

We're thinking about going to The Knitting Factory again next week, on Friday.

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One thing I definitely do like about here; the public transportation makes it easy to go places. It just doesn't work like that at home. If we want to do something in San Jose, we have to find a ride, whereas here, we can just hop on a bus and a train and go anywhere we want, do anything... (within certain limits, of course)

There's a lot more freedom, and it's pretty great. I can't remember the last time I had so much actually going on in my life...

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The wind is blowing my hair into my face in a most unpleasant manner. D:

Let's see.... last night was fun. Umm, had dinner with my friends in the dining hall, then walked back to the dorms and like.... sat. On the floor. Outside my room. I tried reheating the leftovers my mom gave me in the microwave my roommates brought, but it started to smell burnt in the room so I freaked out and stopped it. Relocated the food to a plastic bowl that Saeedah supplied, and then tried again in her microwave.

Meanwhile, we Ousted my room, propped open the door with my chair, and attempted to open the window. We were unable to do so. (That thing is really freakin' hard to open...)

Thankfully the burnt smell left... and I don't think I broke the microwave, since they haven't said anything to me yet. For a bit though, it was scary.

I ate my food, and we continued to sit in the hall. After Saeedah left, Casey and I went into my room and searched up all the gay pride music we could think of on Youtube, and had a blast listening to it and laughing... We also went through the iTunes Essentials and said stuff like "hey, I have this song!" Or "I have all of these songs, and they're on the Gay Pride playlist.... what does that say about me?"

Fun stuff.

Still have not written him yet.... I should really do that. D:

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-Talking about sexual experience-
One of us: Yeah it seems like he would've done more
Me: Just looking at him, I feel like he'd have been around the block a few times or something, like he'd have more experience under his belt...
-Short silence-
Casey: Wow
Me: Yeah, wow, that was a good one, gotta remember that one, man, I didn't even notice I said that at first
-Laughter-

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Meeting arranged with Silver for Saturday, October third.

I still need to write a letter to him, too. D:

Why does this seem so harddddddd...

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Hey, cool.

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4 AM: A loud buzzing noise permeates our room. The three of us awake, startled but sleepy, and sit trying to understand what it is. Finally my roommates put on their shoes and look outside to see if anyone else knows.

It's the fire alarm. The sound overwhelms everything else, screaming incoherently at us.

Feeling a bit ruffled, I shuffle outside in my pajamas, joining the mob that is flowing outside.

We stand on the wet grass in front of the building, waiting to be told that we can return to our beds. Some people are very upset about their interrupted sleep. Others are taking pictures with their cameras as the firetrucks roll up. I'm just laughing.

Finally they tell us that we can go back inside. Everyone gravitates to the entrance of the hall, pushing past fellow students so as to get back to bed more quickly.

6:30 AM: My alarm goes off. I quiet it with a touch of a button and try to sleep for a brief ten minutes, then sit up in my bed and think, tiredly, about getting dressed.

Eventually I dig some clothes out of my drawers and put them on, then put my bag on and go to class.

9 AM: A few students, myself included, stand outside a classroom, waiting to go inside. A voice crackles over the PA system, telling us that a fire drill is being conducted and to exit the building.

WHAT THE HELL ST. JOHN'S.

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The green sour Jelly Bellys taste gross. It's like they took the coffee jelly beans that nobody wanted and spray painted them green.

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I didn't get to take pictures of all the posters, because half of them were gone when we walked around today...

Here's the first one, though:

I just wrote whatever came into my head and then drew a picture to accompany it.

If you don't vote for Clarence his wife and kids will be mulched. :0

You can probably tell that I didn't know how to spell or draw a weasel...

Let's see... went to Times Square today. We walked into Magnolia Bakery, and wow, just wow, guys. They had these samples of banana pudding, and I was reluctant to try it at first. I was like "I dunno, I don't really like banana pudding..."

But then I tried it, and everything changed.

That pudding was freaking amazing. So amazing that I had to buy some more because it was absolutely delicious. Seriously. The small size was still more than I needed, but I kept eating it because it tasted so good. I ate the whole thing and then scraped out the leftover bits on the side of the container, even though I was full to the point of being sick.

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People keep telling me bad things about him. Like I should break up with him and move on. I don't even know why they're saying these things. What would be the point of breaking up with him if I don't want to go meet other people? Wouldn't it make more sense to just wait for him to come back? And this "moving on" business...Really? It's not like I'm stuck on him. My heart isn't being broken more with each day that he's not here.

What is WITH people....

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