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2006 15 October :: 1.48pm
Like...OH MY GOD.
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2006 14 October :: 4.33pm
I have friendship pasteries. That excites me.
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2006 14 October :: 3.09pm
I bought fuzzy yarn with my casino winnings (yep, i won fourteen dollars at the casino last night). I'm making an exquisite scarf.
michelle
[edit] Jackie makes me cream my fuzzy pants, too.
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2006 13 October :: 4.36pm
So tired.......
I have to go get my car from the parking lot in hell, by the way, did you know hell is a long way from the towers? It is, because that's where my car is. Anyway, I have to move it before two am. I'm not sure why exactly two am, since the parking department doesn't even open until six, but anyway, I have to walk there, and get my car, and move it, and it's cold, and raining/snowing, and extraordinarily windy, and it all sucks a ton because I'm tired, and my good shoes (the shoes that don't have any holes in them, or the shoes without duct tape on them) are terrible for walking. I don't even know why they make them. They are the hardest things to walk in EVER. Well, except maybe heels, but you're not suppose to walk in heels, you're suppose to look pretty in heels, and why the hell am I talking about heels when I was talking about how my car is in the parking lot from hell?...
heels are from hell, too.
michelle
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2006 12 October :: 5.10pm
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It snowed for the first time today as I was walking back from my speech class. I was walking, head down, secretly cursing being born in this state for just that reason, when I tried to think of something beautiful. It's the first snow, a rebirth, isolation, a new canvas, an immaculate blanket; so many things. But I couldn't, I just couldn't. There was nothing there. It was cold, and harsh, and the faster I walked toward the warmth, the farther away it seemed. I switched my hands, giving them each a turns to nestle in my coat pocket, and alternate holding my books. All I could focus on was the bestial instinct to seek warmth. There was no beauty there, only instinct. Nothing creative, nothing intelligent. One thought cursed through my slowing freezing blood-to find warmth. That's all that I wanted.
When I reached the doors, I rushed in, and instantly became overwhelmingly warm. I stood for a moment, and looked out at the blowing snow. I found only beauty in the sight, but only the pain of basic instinct in its throws.
michelle
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2006 10 October :: 8.05pm
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I just got out of university band and walked over to the library where I await my english group. We have a presentation to start, and none of us are motivated whatsoever to begin.
Everything seems to be falling into place now. My financial aid is secured for the time being; I'll be recieving a refund check. Next semester will be just about perfect, depending on how many books I have to get. I can't wait to take a million english classes next semester. I went light on myself this semester because I wasn't sure what to expect. I know myself well enough to realize that even I can get overwhelmed. Now, I'm ready to take on some intellectual thought, I crave brain food. I want to not have enough time to do stupid things like party and watch movies. I want to be the girl who has one hundred pages to read everynight. I know I'll grumble about it then, but my most productive times are my happiest.
I see my reflection in the large window to my left painted above the shadows of the trees and the glow of the early night lights. It's so cold outside, but you wouldn't know it from where I sit. You have to get up, go down four flights of stairs, and open the door. The frigidness wil steal your breath away. But it's clean, and crisp, and smells of the dead, fragile leaves of autumn.
michelle
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2006 9 October :: 10.03am
:: Mood: listless
I got back last night after it was dark out. It was quite beautiful driving; looking in my rear view mirror at the pink and purple clouds, and the sun sinking below the early october foliage. Unfortunately I couldn't park my car in the designated parking lot because it's far away and dark and I didn't want to get raped. So, I parked it in a lot close to the towers and am crossing my fingers hoping that I don't get a parking ticket. What's another twenty five dollars in the scheme of things, right? Especially if it means I won't get raped. eh.
Other than that, Central is just how I left it, of course. I got to see all my little band children this weekend, which was exciting, but sorrowful at the same time. I miss band, but it's so different now. I'm enter that phase in my life where I'm starting to not know people in band. It's so weird to think that people I don't know are sitting in the band hallway, wearing those uniforms, sitting in Robuck's office playing with his toys and reading those stupid jokes out of that stupid joke book. It's over for us.
I think I'm going to go down to the coffee shop and get some breakfast. I have my english class at noon and then my biology lab at four. I have homework to do for both.
Sometimes I enjoy the constant changing, sometimes I abhorr it. Right now, it's just hard to comprehend.
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2006 8 October :: 8.09pm
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Red Flannel was disappointing.
Half of the parade was antique tractors.
What a bunch of hicks.
michelle
[Edit] I'm fairly sure that I got food poisoning from that corn dog.
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2006 6 October :: 12.01pm
Oh God, it's red flannel. This is the first red flannel I've been to as a spectator since sixth grade. My biggest hope is to have a corn dog.
I'm missing Judging Amy right now.
michelle
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2006 5 October :: 12.00pm
Bah.
Sex.
-michelle
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