maybe this is more pure.
pure than simple.
(maybe this is all i have for home)
28 october 1998.
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<snicker> so. i'm a little tipsy just because i can't stand it anymore. that funny foofy boy just left. mehehehe. do you ever notice that when you're drinking, your roommate looks like an ice cream sundae? hee. mine does. but she's really pale.. must be vanilla. i had vanilla fro-yo tonight. whoop. they layered my sprinkles and put lots in it. it didn't melt. blair's did.. it looked like a mud mask when he was scooping it with his spoon. he didn't eat it but i think he dumped it into his marinade sauce. yeewww.
"THIS IS A BIG FUCK YOU." i remember when i was coming home from richmond after seeing tori listening to this song. oh, it's the verve "come on," sorry. i got m'grades today. they kick some serious ass. : ) grrrrrrrrrrr. mrow? mrow.
it's bittersweet, this symphony. life is a game you play, it is. jessa & janeane garafalo & ralph fiennes & daniel day-lewis & bono & i are moving to ireland. YAY. i would so drop out of school faster than you can say "no." hah. i wish i could drop out of society for a while. that would be nice. but then i would say to m'self, "self, you're getting behind everyone. go on, get back in the rat race we call SCHOOL." hah. but then i'd go to sleep & wake up to find out that i'm still here in this dingy dorm room with sun chips & molding bagels & pictures of my sister & lists about flants and wet spots on your butt in the shape of west virginia. uh. yes. just smile & nod, kids. it's going to be over soon. :) THIS HURTS MY BRAIN!
"we're faking it. we're breaking it."
