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[26 Apr 2008|07:00pm] |
I can't really imagine how I will complete all my essays & study for exams while my computer is being repaired, even with the boost of a pretty awesome care package. I just have to keep reminding myself that the things I'm learning are pretty fucking awesome:
"The Scythian soldier drinks the blood of the first man he overthrows in battle. Whatever the number he slays, he cuts off all their heads. The skulls of their enemies, not indeed of all, but of those they most detest, they treat as follows. Having sawn off the portion below the eyebrows, and cleaned out the inside, they cover the outside with leather. When a man is poor, this is all that he does; but if he is rich, he also lines the inside with gold: in either case, the skull is used as a drinking cup."
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| muscians against the calling out of freebird at shows |
[21 Apr 2008|05:34pm] |
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Today, I celebrate the miracle of Marathon Monday - the day the whole of Massachusetts picks a side. You can either run an ungodly distance, half-watch the crazy motherfuckers running while practicing your best drunken stupor undisturbed by the authorities mere feet away, or stay in bed ignoring the whole shebang. Everyone wins! Except, of course, the 49 states that don't have a holiday.
For some reason, there were Dianetics balloons everywhere. This particular one was tied to a baby's stroller. There are now two in my room named Beck and Debra.
( marathon, spring, and Colin Meloy! )
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| pick a town, find a box, live alone |
[04 Apr 2008|05:59am] |
I guess everyone's sort of feeling like a bit of a failure right now. I can't sleep for more than a couple hours even with sleeping pills, so I'm quite of of sorts and I feel like my brow might be permanently furrowed. When I try to write essays, they are sludge and nothing more. Proofreading is painful.
I'm sort of tempted to switch over to business, but I know the discrepancy the requirements would overwhelm me. I do love what I'm studying; I just doubt my abilities to succeed academically in it. I might need something more concrete to reign me in. Maybe the medical anthropology requirements will help, but I'll have to see if that deals with behavior enough to keep me satisfied. Business is people, which is what I need. Maybe that's where I belong.
Unfortunately, time simply just won't stand still for a bit while I get my shit together. (Fuck you, Hermione. Fuck you.)
Oh, well. I make messes, but I always seem to get by. Plus, my professorcrush thinks I'm funny! Maybe my homewrecking dreams really will come true!
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[26 Mar 2008|02:54am] |
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I'm not going to pretend that I don't sort of love living with a crazy person (that I'm not related to, for once).
Granted, I will be disappointed if she (and it seems increasingly likely) bites my head off. I pretty much have my death all mapped out - when old lady Tricia's days are numbered and/or I need someone to change my Depends (trust me, I've done it is exactly what you would expect it to be like) I want to eat some cupcakes and then be slipped into a drug induced coma while watching Pink Flamingos with my loved ones. Once I'm a meaty vegetable, I want to be fed to grizzlies.
So really, the only thing Anna can do to me now is ruin that dream. The loud sobbing? The passive aggressive post-it-notes about how leaving the door unlocked while I am in the room will result in her precious things getting stolen? The shit-talking while I'm in ear-shot? The complaints to mommy and daddy about mooching when I fucking 409 our bathroom every week and remove other people's hair from the shower and she uses our microwave?
Oh, darling, you're only making my days better. Although, slamming doors in the middle of the night is a tad, well, cuntrageous.
Fortunately, next year, I'm living with Becky who hugs me and vacuums regularly.
The cutest train station in Boston.
The face I make whenever Anna talks.
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