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2006 21 October :: 6.07pm
I'm stuck. My car is broken.
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2006 20 October :: 2.20pm
:: Mood: awake
Your eyes hold captive a sadness,
which very few have found.
Yet, is it luck or misfortune,
That you know this now?
Few can truely exclaim,
Knowing of that grief,
Does knowing of the worst,
Make happiness more sweet?
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2006 18 October :: 8.40pm
:: Mood: nostalgic
Midterms are done. That's a definite relief. I've forfeited sleep a few nights for it. I don't think it was worth it. I felt a little overwhelmed with all of it, but it's better now knowing that I got an 88, and two 92's.
My first semester of college is half over with!
michelle
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2006 18 October :: 7.01pm
:: Mood: cheerful
:: Music: Rent
Homecoming Confusion
So, I am going to Zach with Homecoming. Rob is pretty much an ass for even saying anything to me. Well, with that out...umm...I was asked to the Homecoming by 3 different people. Zach wasn't one of them either. One was to Greenville's homecoming which I didn't want to go to. Two was from a junior in my stats class, and three was from Sam Gould. I was going to go with her if I didn't have a date but now she is going to go with Zach and I. I have also decided that Nick is a jerk and if he didn't want to go to homecoming with me (or call me when I gave him my #) then fine! I don't need him.
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2006 18 October :: 3.02pm
Congratulations on your acceptance to Central Michigan University, Rueben.
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2006 17 October :: 11.43am
I have no job. I have no date. I have no time. I have stress. Great heaps of stress. AP Lit. is killing me. I feel like not going anymore. Ever. But I will. This too shall pass as they say. I'm taking everything hour by hour. even looking ahead one day makes my head spin.
Yesterday was fun. I helped Jake buy pants. Then attempted to help Kenny find his Homecoming things but he wasn't in the mood for it after his dad yelled at him so much. But going to the mall with everyone was a blast.
~Re~
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2006 16 October :: 6.16pm
where did everyone go?
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2006 16 October :: 10.40am
:: Mood: drained
"Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as gossamer and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have been traced such a course pattern as it was doomed to receive...An immeasurable social chasm was to divide our heroine's personality thereafter from that previous self of hers who stepped from her mother's door to try her fortune at Trantridge poultry-farm."
-from Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
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2006 16 October :: 12.15am
I need to go to sleep, but the urge is not there.
I did absolutely nothing today. Well, I moved my car, and watched Legally Blonde for the first time, but nothing as momentous as doing homework.
Nothing profound.
Nothing new.
Nothing good.
michelle
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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
:: Mood: curious
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
:: Mood: contemplative
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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