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2007 11 February :: 2.29am
I don't have time for the trivial.
So serious, always.
I'm still in my 'mood'. I'm not sure where to seek a cure.
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2007 10 February :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: pensive
This is the moment that you know that you told her that you loved her, but you don't.
I felt so much better, but it was wrong. Not enough time for self-reflection. Too many people that aren't here.
I've been going through so many different 'moods'. I can't even explain.
...all i see are grey clouds...so when you asked if there's something wrong, you're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now.
But it was vile, it was cheap, and you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me.
but you have to trust me, that i don't mean You.
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2007 9 February :: 11.51pm
Everyone left me. Coincidentally, my room is full of people.
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2007 8 February :: 11.31pm
I'm really quite anxious right now. I'm not quite sure why.
I have to take a fourty question test and write a one page paper
before i go to bed.
but it's okay, because I'm really anxious and I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.
ello.
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2007 6 February :: 10.58am
:: Mood: thoughtful
:: Music: Bright Eyes-True Blue
Is it moral to use the handicapped stall in a public bathroom if you're not handicapped?
These are the questions that keep me up at night.
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2007 5 February :: 11.11pm
I feel like crap. I've had a headache all day, and now I feel really queezy. Eh. I hope this isn't the norovirus.
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2007 4 February :: 2.17pm
:: Mood: calm
I am officially a Brother-In-Training for KKP. I had first degree, found out who my Big was, and got my pin. It's all very exciting.
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2007 3 February :: 6.55pm
The weather outside is frightful, but my dear you're so delightful
I come home and it snows, and due to the blizzarding conditions for most of the day, I've been stuck inside. Unfortunately I had a cleaning bug, so I cleaned my room and rearranged all my furniture. I cleaned out drawers that had stuff from when I was in first grade. Among the things I found were some baseball cards from 1995, and some Poggs. Remember Poggs? Yeah. It was a big fad in the first grade. So, my weekend home has been quite productive.
My parents won't let me go out tonight, which is okay because our road hasn't even been ploughed yet, but I wish I could hang out with Jessie and everyone. That's pretty much the reason why I came home in the first place (well, besides free laundry and non-RFoC food). Ah, well, there's not much I can do.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning about nine-thirty or ten because I have an initiation ceremony for KKP.
So much for a weekend home.
At least I have clean socks, now, though.
Michelle
[edit] Craptastic. The pellet stove (which is the only source of heat in our house) just stopped blowing hot air for no apparent reason. This wasn't the best weekend to come home...
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2007 2 February :: 12.25am
I'm going to be a brother.
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2007 1 February :: 11.00pm
:: Mood: restless
Formalism
New Critics
Motif
Realism
Character
Dialogue
Exposition
Image.
Waiting. Tired. Eleven O'Clock. Packing. Dirty Socks. Memoirs of a Drunk.
I hate when people get their futures handed to them on a silver platter, and they piss it away. If only they could know how hard it is sometimes. If only they could realize...
I can't even describe how angry I am. There are people in Cedar that are working at fast food jobs for menial pay that are more intelligent, and have more insight than many people that I've met here.
In my edu 107 class we had to take a survey of our high schools. Cedar Springs ranked as a rural school (on the chart, it was at the bottom). Out of 115 people, two were from a school such as ours, and 100 were from "elite" schools (one notch below private). Most of those kids don't deserve to be there. They're there because their parents can pay for them to. They skip classes and aren't there for the academics. It makes me angry. It makes me angry that so many people from Cedar feel like they can't do anything with their life except work at a minimum wage job and hope for a promotion, or go for vocation training, or, go into the armed forces, when all these little bitches here sleep for most of the day. They don't study, they don't do anything. They complain about writing papers and having to actually participate in classes. Sometimes it's a little much, but I LOVE being here and having intelligent discussions. I love my professors and their dedication to their area of study. I even love having to write papers and work my ass off, because I know that it'll pay off one day. It'll make my life better, and I'll be able to make a difference somehow. But these bitches don't do anything. They 'try' a little so that they won't fail enough to get kicked out, or get bitched at by their parents. How are kids suppose to be encouraged in school to "do their best" and succeed, when there is little hope of them doing anything better than their parents after graduation. What's the incentive? What's the point? Why don't we just put everyone that has enough money to go to college in one school, and then train everyone else that doesn't to be a plumber. That's pretty much what China does. A communist nation is kicking our butt because the privledged are too good to get their head out of their asses, and the poor kids have no hope for anything better. Whatever.
*end rant*
[edit] In retrospect, I've realized that plumbers actually make good money, and therefore, please substitute plumber with another vocation that doesn't make much money...such as a stocker at a grocery store, or a security guard (the ones without guns).
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