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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 9 November :: 11.27am
did you know that more people are killed annually by coconuts than sharks? true story.
~Re~
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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 2 November :: 11.35am
everything just seems easier when you're listening to John Mayer.
~Re~
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