listening to monkberry on loop...you should try it. Why i haven't listened sooner is insulting (is that enough music whoring, doris?). There's something hypnotic about hopping xangas. You find a an entry, check its comments, and follow the links to something new and personal. I'd like to give a special thank you to all of the brave, willing to expose their lives, however small or intentionally ambiguous the portion may be. The blog-xanga distinction is sad...some days i'd rather write about my whole day, get emo, or post something mysterious like, "I started to walk to your house a few days ago...I stopped. You were right, we're not that close." (which just so happens to be true) Meh, normalcy blows. This was my day, on on my terms:
Tasted sickness in my mouth throughout the night and felt throw-uppy this morning...I believe Wendy's has poisoned me (steer clear of the Baconator). Mom asked me if I wanted to stay home, but i had to pay for prom, plus free dress. I was late. School was...unnecessary, but I did enjoy the poem "Goblin Market" and Mr. Eastridge's pleasant mood was a relief. Badgering Frankie during lunch was too easy, on a sidenote, I make a incredibly awkward crossdresser. Things that can suck my kiss today: the filthy, lying cheater speech, my broken knee, uncomfortable physics feeling, and good-looking people..today was good though, well tonight was. Debut practice and rock band ruled, but no upper body strength or use of my left leg was a drag (someday I'll lift myself out of that empty hole.) Next was a slurpee/Imodium run. What would compel someone to pee in a bottle? Anyways, I was looking forward to seeing Ironman, but it'll have to wait another week. What followed is confidential...no place for a silly blog. Needless to say Moo is wise, diarrhea is runny, funny, I don't hate you, Taylor Swift is famous for a reason (she preys on your heartache and loneliness), and Meaghan and Jillian understand. The more i think about graduation and college, the less i care about life in general...searched for the moon while no one was looking, I couldn't find it. Wished i was the moon. Today, I listened. Really listened, sharing occasionally.
Hmm...let's see, description of my day as a whole? Check
instances of vague mysteriousness? Check
selfishly emotional rant? Check and check
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thanks for the shameless promotion.
you are one of the few interesting people on campus. very special.
keep writing, babay, and i'll keep reading.
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