March 2012
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“Now she ceased to fret for his love: he was an outsider to her. This made life...”
– Sons and Lovers, D.H. Lawrence
February 2012
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“what do i love? EVERYTHING. when do i love it? NOW.”
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holy fucking fuck fuck
today (well, yesterday) was literally the best day i’ve had in maybe years. obviously i know that my friends are the shit, but they really stepped up their game (if it’s even possible?) and yeah, i know i already posted about my birthday, but this is directly in relation to my happiness challenge that i established for myself. and also directly in relation to the paper i’m not...
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moo
so for the last two decades of birthdays, i have made a point not to be obnoxious about my birthdays. this all changes today. because i am too. ferking. excited. awkward brunch with emmy at 11, only one class, then BIRTHDAY FESTIVITIES. and homework. but mostly BIRTHDAY FESTIVITIES.
also, my first meal as a 20-year-old was fucking CHANELLO’s CHEESY BREAD. my friends got me a surprise CHEESY...
chosen one strugs
me: shit, i think that was stu...
tots: is your scar hurting?
figbert newton
i’m thankful for my friends who do fun activities with me and don’t give a fuck. like, not giving a fuck is the best thing ever. plus they don’t even care that i look like quasimodo! that’s real friendship. but seriously, again, just KDR… woah. fucking love those newts.
thursday february 23
today I am happy.
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challenge
today i am not really thankful for very much. i am the least thankful for my bitch cunt english teacher who assigned 130 pages of reading for tomorrow. or today. fuck you, bitch cunt. i am thankful however for my friend who says he will propose to me if i ever get so fat that nobody in their right mind would marry me. that was kind.
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day eight-ish
today was ferking retarded. BUT…some good things did happen. other than weirdly temporarily losing my vision and having fucking annoying ringing in my ears for pretty much the duration of rehearsal (oh, and having my friend’s boyfriend rip me a new asshole over literally nothing), i triumphed and A. was delivered wawa chicken tenders in a rehearsal room in ewell by the lovely tots at...
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day six/seven
so i haven’t posted since thursday out of total laziness/being suuuper busy (i was gonna say business but that’s not right… is it? or busyness?). this will be for friday and saturday.
a lot has changed since then, and i’m kind of teetering on the edge of freaking out and being okay. i mean, i feel like i’m okay. good, even. i have a lot to be happy about. buuuut my...
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brita strugs and other things
so i guess i’m doing really well with this happiness challenge because i was literally happy all fucking day long. like the kind of happy where you walk around campus and smile like a weird ass predator because you’re just so happy that you can’t be contented with merely thinking happy things in your head. this was like, on-crack happy. i dunno why. i guess a few of my friends...
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day foooour
today i am thankful for nordstrom. specifically, their gift cards. specifically, the one i just used to purchase a kate spade bangle and tory burch earrings! yes, i tweeted about it too, but i’m SO FUCKING EXCITED. jewelry is like, my new thing. especially gold. we’re going into spring. and then summer. and then i’m just going to wear gold hardware all the time. yeeeeeee.
also,...
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mooooo
okay, so before i get too drunk. i’m grateful for hummus. every kind of hummus, but especially roasted garlic hummus and avocado/guacamole hummus. i’m also grateful for trader joe’s. all of their things are very cheap and very healthy.
i’m suuuuper grateful for my friends/family today. i may not have a boyfriend or anything close to a boyfriend (fuck that?) but i honestly...
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struuuugs
the second day of my happiness challenge struggle:
right now i’m thankful for goofy friends and getting away from it all. just took a big break from a shit ton of NOT FUN READING (seriously, tennyson? in memoriam? was that necessary?) and romped around in dana’s chamber of secrets (meant to sound dirty. what is it? you’ll never know.) and ate a delicious fourth of a cookie and...
“Can I think of her as dead, and love her for the love she bore? No—she...”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Locksley Hall”
black and blue
everybody knows that I’m a mess everybody knows you stole the heart from out my chest every thing you ever said was a lie you’re hiding behind your sweet, your sweet goodbyes
ingrid michaelson said it all.
