February 2012
To skip, or not to skip. That is the question.
I’ve slept four hours for the past two days, and I just finished my project for the class at 1:30 today. I’m considering skipping my Performance class at 9, but I don’t knowwwww. I love that class and it’s really fun and awesome, and today we’re going through pieces for our performance later this semester.
But I am so...
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It’s a beautiful, sunny, balmy 50º outside.
I should go to bed.
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Done.
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Oh yeah.
Station to Station is one hell of a good album.
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Note to self:
See The Shore.
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TINA FEY
YES
CHRISTOPHER GUEST’S GROUP
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networkconnectivityproblems:
Forrest Gump
Titanic
Twilight
The Godfather
ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHER
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“They wouldn’t let me wear bike shorts and a fanny pack to this.”
– Tina Fey, Oscars Red Carpet 2012
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Chaplinesque
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample pockets. For we can still love the world, who find A famished kitten on the step, and know Recesses for it from the fury of the street, Or warm torn elbow coverts. We will sidestep, and to the final smirk Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb That slowly chafes its puckered...
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Oh my god.
I’m fucking nocturnal.
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dyingtolive-:
I want sex
cats*
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I’ve done that thing again where I forget to eat/hibernate through breakfast and lunch, and therefore I get really, really fucking pissed off at the smallest of things.
Like the wind.
It is so fucking windy out, I swear to all that is holy in this world I was actually ready to fucking scream “FUCK YOU” to the wind.
The wind.
