peanuts

I'm not sure I get this one... but I like it.

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Wow.

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This is so sad.

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more

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Hugger Mugger!

This reminds me of Kat from IUP last summer.

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beauty

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firefox

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28 days til the end of my world

So I just got the BU Welcome Weekend schedule. I think I'm going to throw up. 28 days until I move in. I'll find out where I'm living and who my roommate is in a week or so. I'm sick of being scared. It's really starting to get old. I'll be fine... won't I?

I'm home now.

I'm in Tennessee!!! Yay!!!

I'm really tired.

"Aliens are leprachauns who shave." --- DanielGardner on YouTube

"smile, it's the end of the world"

I still haven't gotten that CD.


So... we're going to Philadelphia tomorrow. Yuck. I don't wanna. I'm tired. I'm gonna be EXHAUSTED. (Is that spelled right? It looks weird in caps.) People are here. Tina, Dawn, Liz, Emily, and Bobby.

Graduation tomorrow. ... How am I supposed to feel about that? ... However I'm supposed to feel about it, I hate it.

not just dreams and spaghettios

I don't know if people realize this, but I'm dead serious about my world ending on August 21st. I don't know what I'm going to do. I seriously haven't felt this way since.... well, almost forever. It's like there's nothing left. I'm about to be pushed from the next a few years too soon. I'm being thrown from a building with only solid concrete at the bottom. It'd be bad enough if my friends were all dispersing at the same time, but they're not. I'm the one who's leaving. They say I'll come back on weekends and breaks and stuff. But that doesn't help. I'm going to change. I can feel it. I've changed so much in the last year... and I haven't even left yet. Who I'm becoming doesn't fit in my world. My world is ending... or at least, I'm leaving my world. This isn't like going to IUP. This isn't even like grade 6 at Susquenita. This is a whole different ball game. A whole new world that I know nothing about. I'm not sure I know how to live in that world. I'm not sure I want to.

no longer a working girl

NO MORE WORKING AT MUTZY'S!!!! YAY!!!!

....

at least until next summer. *sigh*

"I wanna lay my head down on you because you're the only solid thing in this room."

I've been reading the facebook wall for the Bloom 2011 class. The people don't seem to completely suck. They were talking about shopping for stuff for college. That was pretty amusing. There are definitely some people there that I'll want to stay very far away from. But I doubt they're all stupid like them. I've seen a few that seem like my type of person.
Yes. I'm starting to feel better again. I'm still petrified, though.

I never posted my schedule for this week...

7/8-14

Sunday (8): work 4 - 9:30 PM
Monday (9): work 4 - 9:30 PM
Tuesday (10): work 4 - 9:30 PM
Wednesday (11): NPL 4 - 6 PM
Thursday (12):
Friday (13):
Saturday (14): Graduation!

writer's block spurs blogging

*sigh* I should be going to bed, not staring at the 29 documents in a folder titled "unfinished poems." Some of them are from as far back as 2004. I've spend 4 years saying the same thing over and over again. Sometimes it rhymes, sometimes it doesn't. I've written 223 poems. Maybe 50 of them are actually presentable. I wish I could write about that ant crawling on my lamp -- the tiny being that brings me both fear and hatred -- but I can't. All I've ever written about successfully (like anything I've ever written has been successful) is love and depression. This sucks.

the sky is falling! the sky is falling!

So Fallon and I talked for a while at work tonight. I can't believe I'm actually sad that I'm quitting. Fallon, you suck for making me sad that I'm quitting. (Not that you're reading this or anything.)
Did I write about last night yet? Last night was fun. Me, Jon, Jose, and Ellexis.... Yeah, it was fun.
I feel like such a stalker. I look at all these people's Myspaces, but I never talk to them. gah, I suck. I need more e-guts. Of course, I can't talk to people in real life, why should I be able to talk to them online? OK. Online should be easier, and it is.... which sucks, too. I always say stupid stuff online that I would never say in real life. Of course, I say stupid stuff in real life all the time, too... which is why I don't talk. Ever. See? I have a plan.
(wow. I love blogging.)
(mo-blogging rocks even more.) (mostly just cause it's fun to say. "mo-blogging." aka. mobile blogging.)
(why am I talking in parentheses?)
I'm going now.