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2006 12 November :: 8.10pm
:: Mood: contemplative
Trash is gone.
Homework:
Yeats
Seven page paper
Lab Report
Exam Wednesday
That is all.
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2006 11 November :: 8.51pm
Someone got their nipple pierced today.
And it wasn't me.
[rants about big boobs]
me+last night=upset stomach
I'm a math genius.
Michelle
[edit]
Trash still not gone. Smells awful.
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2006 9 November :: 4.59pm
:: Mood: Freaking OUT
I pretty much want to throw up right now.
I had an inkling. I thought I was just be over sensitive. It couldn't possibly be true. I was wrong.
God. Eww. Disgusting.
So it turns out that everything is just...
I don't even know.
I feel like such an idiot. Stupid Stupid Stupid.
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2006 8 November :: 10.33am
49 to 49
Stayed up until two a.m. watching election results. Very tired. I hate TAIT. It's stupid.
Awake, but not happy about it.
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2006 7 November :: 1.28pm
I have a fairly large biology exam at three. I think I'm fairly prepared. I taught five kids from my lecture the material we've been going over for the past four weeks in three hours last night.
I marvel at how some make it through the education system to higher education.
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2006 6 November :: 10.07am
:: Mood: content
It's actually quite warm out today. I trudged to my computer lecture only to sit there and stare at the powerpoint on the screen. I don't even take notes in that class, and as usual, we got out fifteen minutes early today. I trudged back to the towers and went to the computer lab. I read spark notes on "To the Lighthouse" by Virginia Woolf. It's one of those novels you can appreciate, but not like in the least bit. I read twenty five of the prescribed eighty pages. Spark notes saves my life. I have little patience for novels. I'm more of a short story/ poetry kind of girl. Then again, if this novel actually had a plot, then maybe it would be more interesting. Stream of conciousness is admirable, but leaves much to be desired.
Michelle
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2006 5 November :: 5.12pm
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
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2006 4 November :: 4.09pm
In the computer lab waiting for laundry.
My intent is not to offend anyone.
I write what I see, what I think, what I feel.
I understand those aren't the same things the rest of you see, think, or feel.
Michelle
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2006 3 November :: 2.39pm
:: Mood: mellow
They say drugs are a crutch. Some people use them to escape reality. I take that back. All people use them to escape reality. Their reality. They’re an escape from failure, from success, from whatever you don’t like about your life. But there are so many other crutches that aren’t even acknowledged. Food, exercise, writing, reading, or self injury. A parent living out his or her dreams through their child. It’s anything that creates an escape. Our world, our reality, is full of these crutches that we use to hobble away from the reality we created for ourselves.
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2006 31 October :: 9.56am
:: Mood: amused
I had some of the craziest dreams last night.
One of them involved Brett. Yes, Brett, I dreamed about you.
Anyway, it was really odd. Brett was behind many of the journals on woohu. He created and was posting on them as the person, but it was really him.
And I uncovered the conspiracy.
It was pretty fucked up.
Then again, so was I.
Michelle
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2006 30 October :: 3.24pm
:: Mood: contemplative
"We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless"
-T.S. Eliot
Every day I learn more, and realize more. I become aware. But that doesn't make it any less difficult.
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2006 29 October :: 10.22pm
It's worth noting...
The scariest thing on television tonight isn't the showing of Spooky Hollow, or The Exorcist. It's not the scary marathon about ghosts on the family channel.
It's the two Republicans arguing over immigration on Fox News.
I watched in horror as I ate my pinapple cup with chop sticks and mulled over my recent addiction to sushi.
Michelle
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2006 29 October :: 4.00pm
Some drugs are not bad for you. Yes, some physically harm you, but legal drugs do the same, tobacco and caffeine, for example.
People who don't like people doing drugs are bad for you.
Don't knock it until you've tried it.
And lastly, hippies don't suck, and just because you do drugs doesn't mean you're a hippy. And, if it was indeed true that only hippies do drugs, this world would be a better place, because everyone wouldn't be unintelligent assholes that don't know what the fuck they're talking about, and stupid enough to know that hardly anyone really likes them.
Michelle
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2006 28 October :: 4.21pm
Jessie is here at CMU with me. I'm extraordinarily excited. Earlier, we romped about the campus. Next, I believe we'll prance to Meijer. Either way, I'm sure it's going to prove to be a most fantastically enjoyable occasion.
Good Day.
Michelle
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2006 27 October :: 11.20am
"Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
and the long journey towards oblivion.
The apples falling like great drops of dew
to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
And it is time to go, to bid farewell
to one's own self and find an exit
from the fallen self."
-D.H. Lawrence
From
"The Ship of Death"
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