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Rough day yesterday. I was overwhelmed and complex, and I was miserable.

Luckily, I went to Stephanie's and remembered civilized life, as she made a delicious meal she, I, and her fiance sat down and ate at the table. We talked and lounged and I felt like this was a space life liked me in.

Slept in, went to school late. I went to a job interview and denied it. I have the luxury as I already have one. The power. The glory. . .One ring. . .(No, no, nevermind)

Thanks, but no thanks, you twelve dollar car washes. Rain cleansed my tank's soul. I can actually see out the back window. Makes reversing an absolute dream.

"i got it like that!"

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Possibly the best Maury clip of an episode in existence. This girl's voice is just too much. Christ. So funny.

I particularly treasured my therapist's comment on my parent's enforcement of therapy, after speaking about how solid my beliefs and living habits were:
"What do they expect to change?"

Good question!
Went out tonight, and it was nice. Picked up a Buddhism book today (sp?) that I'm eager to read. I've been looking for some Eastern literature regarding philosophy and religion. . .

you should watch this:

(Love's a Bitch)

Very brutal, very good, very smart. The best movie I've seen in awhile. Be warned, however. I'm not kidding when I use the term 'brutal'. I'm not even sure the word is enough to describe the ruthlessness of this film. . .

you should be listening to:

(Connectivity!)

Walt Whitman -

Marry me?

accepted!

USM likes me, evidently.

So does T.J Maxx! Oh, you charming clothing outlet, you. Your jeans were $15, your shirts were ten! I just about had an epileptic fit. It was huge. I haven't bought any new clothes since maybe August? And even then, very few. Also, I saw in my dad in what had been almost a month. He lent me some cash I plan on paying back, congradulated me on the job and the college acceptance, told me he loved me, missed me, and hugged me in the cold parking lot. I didn't really know what to say. This is the side of him I'd battle the ocean for. As the cliche fest goes. . .

Last night I went to bed at six. PM. Yes, that's right. I collapsed. Your bod can only take so much, kids. True story.

This week has been long, but good all the same. Tonight I recover from the gym visit, read much, drink plenty of tea. I start working Thursday, so this will probably be the last weekend I have free for awhile.

Spillman expressed concern over my lack of Sonnet. It was sweet. I'm wondering if I should actually get over the effort barrier and spit something out to get a better grade. The fact that I'm even debating it surprises me, as I was sure Sonnet and I were through. If we went on a date, I'd stand Sonnet up. It's just that repulsive. Sorry, I mean, it's just the way it is.

I do like one sonnet in particular though. . .a certain numero 29-oh. . .

hired!

YES.

Oh, you bet I was singing on the way back to school. I just finished night school, as in, completely done. Now, I have to do the paperwork, as soon as I can find my damn social security card, take care of last minute school business, call USM, handle a ton of stress mixed in. . .figure some things out.

I'm going to be pretty busy. Well, good. It's about time I started going somewhere.

hire me!

Mulligan's, I know your two clerks gave me two applications, due to my soft voice and small stature, but I'm also aware I wasn't completely humilated, as one told me the manager's schedule to a tee and how those hours would be the very best time to apply.

Oh, paycheck job, if only I could belong to you as we are meant to be. I wish I were better at applying for these sorts of things, as now I'm left to return one of the two at either five in the morning or during school hours. Atleast they weren't girls. Women hate when I apply for jobs-not surprisingly, these women are usually fat. Obtuse. Planets, if you will. I get the bad look, the up and down look, the I'm-going-to-throw-your-application-in-the-trash-IN-FRONT-OF-YOUR-FACE-look.

Yes, yes, these are the joys of growing up.

happy birthday Chris,

and Cassandra Kaye. . .both of whom I love dearly.

I do wish there were a better picture of you than this mugshot circulating all over the internet. Although I do find it rather pretty. That angle. That hair flippage going on, yeah, most sexy, loverman.

In all seriousness, the only other picture I have is someone else's from last year's graduation. That's right all you memory-savvy individuals, the short hair, the sweaty face, that completely unecessary woolen vest, infectious grin. . .a lot of memories, that day, and I'm thinking of one in particular that I dare not share. . .

I spent the night and day with Casey and Kevin Smith films, (must get her something) and Stephanie. Shocker, yes, mother turned me loose in the ghetto's of Lewiston. (thank you. . .) I was out of the house for two days and it was wonderful.

All this goodness has to be halted with school tomorrow. . .

p.s. I love Woodstock footage. Three naked girls turn around and yeah!, they're men. The magic. The skinny-dipping. Oh, oh, oh.

if i were a flower growin' wild and free. . .

You love this painting as much as I do.

Very sick today. Yuh. . .Snot is all over the bedroom floor. It's a classy situation.

I've nothing to say that'll move humanity with right now, but I do have plans. Always, with The Plans. They wear big red capes, by the way. I know you were wondering.

I am home-less, this college season. We'll see how that turns out. My mother is completely adament I live on an impossible campus, and just about anywhere else but the dreaded Lewiston area. I don't think she's being very practical. I have the chance to live with a longtime friend with a steady income, and no percent of the rent needing to be paid.

"I want you to get along with kids your own age." (special note of sub-conscious: HA-hah-HA-hah-HAAAah) Uh, where were you, five years ago? I understand her, but she's a bit far away from the ground. . .

Future babies! please note: a parent's time line of your age is delayed, depending on their level of denial or control issues. Greg Brown, sing me to sleep.

"whao, dream big!"

Also picked up some Thoreau and Forster goodness.
All of my posts have the same date. Sweet. Oh wait, it's manual. Like a standard. Car, that is.

Now, can I edit. . .?

a quote:

"Perhaps he is right, and always will be right. Perhaps each of us would go to ruin if for one short hour we acted as we saw fit, and attempted the service of perfect freedom.”

good morning little school girl-

can i come home with you?

Please, Jerry Garcia. Listen to this:
Grades are catching up with me, and so forth. Most tired. Getting sick. Must write an essay about Forster's 'The Longest Journey' by tonight.

Kids in my English class are very irritating. Implying religion isn't intellectual, etc. It's not that I'm offended; I just can't tolerate people who don't know what they're talking about. This could range from religious worship to turtle mating, whatever. I have few peeves, but this is definitely one of them. In short, stupid people.

Maybe I just love Emerson too much. He completes my sense of self. It's true. I should be reading him, on days like these.

All I'm doing is bitching, today. That, and pounding the caffine.

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I suppose I've graduated from livejournal. It was horrifically vague, very self obsessed.
I can't imagine much will change here.

My computer is tapped though, I'm rather sure, and no, this is not my famous paranoia. My privacy devouring step-father will be on here anyday now, driven, I'm sure, by the perverted sociopathic tedium he refuses to dignify himself from. I think I will venture to say he walks around like that which he lacks. . . Not clever, no, and it's okay. . .

Clever does not come while he lies with the grace associated with elder roadkill on the living room carpet, enjoying American Idol.

Can someone please sit nature in a corner that doesn't involve New England?

Question: If people are arrested for doing drugs, why aren't they arrested for making themselves throw up? Is it not a self indulgent, addictive habit, damaging to the body, and a complete choice?