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| I'm starting new.
I have a tendency to cling to mementos and reminders and bits of writing on scraps of paper, and this is the online version of that. So goodbye, pinkhouses, and hello wetogethermakealimb. Long name, I know. I'm keeping this one up, I think, for the time being. It's been an eventful year, and I'm not ready to let go of it yet.
Okay. See you later.
Oh, I got Death Cab tickets! YES. | | |
| College is the most intense 24-hour people watching experience of my life.
Hundreds of them, every day--rugged construction men with white beards and cut-off outdoor concert shirts, small, straight-haired girls in bright pink t-shirts and black sequined flip flips, crossing the street like they don't give a shit if they live or die, like they're too cool for stupid stuff like surviving.
Curly professors with bare skin and tank tops and slingbacks. Guys I'd like to kiss, guys who are probably so beyond me I don't even know it. Boys and girls dressed like they're going to be photographed and splashed across People feature spreads. Sunglasses.
I'm probably just insecure in the presence of such a large number of attractive people. Nothing new there.
[Girls behind me in history: "Yeah, Ryenn's in the hospital, right? She woke up there, right? I totally left her at Station, I couldn't find her, whatever, and so she's wasted drunk and passes out in some bushes and somebody calls an ambulance! And she wakes up in the hospital. Isn't that freaking scary?"
Yeah. It's freaking scary.]
Oh, I wish I had social skills. I wish, when boys talked to me, when cute boys talked to me and expected a coherent response, I didn't suddenly become mute and deaf.
And i wish I knew whether I wanted to drink in the near future or not. Yes or no, Kate? Yes or no? Curiosity or respect for...people? To drink? No? Yes? No? If I don't make up my mind, I'll end up drinking simply because it's something to do, and that's probably the lamest thing ever. Drink to make it go away, drink to enjoy yourself without inhibitions. Don't drink because there aren't any good movies out and you're sick of the people you're with and nobody has any better ideas and look, somebody brought some vodka, so what the hell? No.
"Remember about the cat, Albert."
"Cat? How'd you know about my cat?!"
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"Oh."
--I Heart Huckabees | | |
| Panic and resignation are battling in my brain, and it's beginning to resemble the Battle of Kadesh, except not really because I don't know shit about the Battle of Kadesh, except that it happened. And actually, maybe it didn't happen...
I'm going to fail this test. When I fail this test, I will be failing art history (I think).
When I fail this test, I will be failing college.
When I fail this test, I will be failing life.
Excellent. (Strangly not sarcastic.)
Death Cab! I mourn thee! | | |
| My design teacher's French accent, which hides her cruelty
Circle I Limbo That new Paul Walker movie with the treasure divers or something, "Stealth"
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind Lenny Kravitz (I don't know why)
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow Michael Barrett (my little brother would understand)
Circle IV Rolling Weights Audrey Andrews
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled River Styx People who believe in hell
Circle VI Buried for Eternity River Phlegyas Creationists, The Pope, Homophobes
Circle VII
Make your own hell.
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| PLEASE HEED:
When living in a dorm room, lock your door.
Last night, as Swarna and I slept, someone came into our room...and slept on our floor.
What the hell?
I got home last night at like 3:30 and fell on my bed in my clothes. Didn't lock the door.
At seven or so, I hear a commotion, but I don''t really care, so I go back to sleep.
When I wake up, Swarna tells me she saw a girl sleeping on the floor during the night, but she thought it was a friend of mine. Uhh, nope.
LOCK YOUR DOORS. | | |
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