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2007 15 February :: 8.47pm
:: Mood: aggravated
Down we go away...
Meeting in fourty five minutes.
I attempted Suduko and a Crossword in USA Today last night. I failed.
I'm itchy all over from taking too hot showers. I thought I lost my pin, but it was on my white blouse.
I'm going to miss Grey's Anatomy yet again for the meeting. I have to walk all the way to the school of music. In the cold. In heels.
My gloves have frogs on them and I have an amazing techicolor scarf (courtesy of Grandma).
I will be home by five o'clock tomorrow night. I expect to see you then.
Michelle
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2007 14 February :: 2.41pm
:: Mood: busy
I just finished my American Government test. At least a B+ if I count out all the the questions I think I got wrong. A multiple choice and essay test was a nice change from all the paper writing I've been doing lately. It just burns me out sometimes.
Anyway, all I have left for the day is University Band, which isn't really a class at all.
It's Valentine's Day, afterall.
We decorated our door last night for a contest in our hall. It was fun, but I didn't go to bed until two.
I called the middle school and set up an observation day on Monday March 5. I still have to do one at the high school too, but, Pilar wasn't in his office when I called.
I have to do ten hours of observation this semester, and then thirty more for canidacy into the Teacher Education Program. Of course, I'll probably end up having to do thirty more, because I have to have at least thirty hours in a school that is more than twenty percent non-white, is urban, and at least twenty percent of the kids get free or reduced lunches. I figured one of the Grand Rapids Public Schools would work just fine for that.
Anyway, uband in an hour, valentines, teacher ed. It's all just a bunch of hooha.
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2007 12 February :: 12.17am
:: Mood: cold
Sometimes I just want to scream out in warning.
Sometimes you have to learn it for yourself. It's painful. It's heart-wrenching. But it must be done.
I should be going to bed, but my eyes are wide-open. My searching is inconclusive, and I'm sure someday I'll die because life has become stale.
Like stale popcorn that tastes of textured air. Air that rushes in and turns my lungs beet red. Textures like the mucous in a lung with emphazema. Stale. Old. Hindered.
Who could have calculated her thirst that night? Not a one, not even herself. She began preparation in the sunny afternoon, considering her pores in natural light. Covering, clogging them with her make up as the light dimmed, and the fluorescent lights casted unnatural shadows around the room.
She strode out the door by the light of the moon, subtly wavering in each step. She rode to the party in the darkness of a promising night, her face shining with possibility.
Arriving, entering, and swaying under the light of a miniature disco ball, the night climaxed around her. Later, he saw her by the flicker of his flame and the glow of his non-filtered cigarette.
He carried her down the flight of stairs to his bedroom, basking in the warm glow of candle light. He left her there, in darkness, and slept in the other room.
She was revealed by the new sun, filtered through a topaz curtain, that cast a long shadow with deep valleys of heliotrope.
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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 9 February :: 1.25am
i want to sleep so bad but i cannot.
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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 :: 10.24pm
boris is el totaled.
sad lizzy
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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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