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[11/3/2007 @ 12:59pm] |
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice; you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice; you had a choice
You've made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice; you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
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| eighth grade me is killing twelfth grade me right now |
[1/8/2007 @ 6:24pm] |
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mood |
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 rushed |
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No, I'm not color blind
I know the world is black and white
Try to keep an opened mind... I just can't sleep on this tonight
Stop this train! I want to get off and go home again!
I can't take the speed it's moving in
...I know I can,
But, honestly, won't someone stop this train?
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| this is the first day of my life |
[8/12/2006 @ 7:49pm] |
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mood |
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 thirsty |
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music |
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Arcade Fire |
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I guess yesterday was one of the most wonderful days imaginable. Add two of my best friends ever, the HUGEST CAMPUS IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE FOREVER AND EVER AMEN, Urban Outfitters, some scrumptious noodles, and plenty of sidewalk chalk... simmer for the better part of a Friday and maybe you'll get the idea.
And if you still don't, we made sure to thoroughly document it.
( Hell YES it's image-heavy! )
In short, I bought a lot of cool new stuff and probably confirmed my descision to go there next year. And on the way, I had one of the best times I could ever hope for in a summer such as this.
Other than adventuring, I still work, write and read. And that's about it. Mad love to all my homies.
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| as always, she was late |
[8/10/2006 @ 9:54pm] |
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mood |
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 giddy |
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music |
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Iron and Wine |
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I got hit on by the same two guys three seperate times over the course of today. I think that means I sort of involuntarily entered a relationship.
They refer to me as 'Nut Girl.'
Oi! College Visit #1 tomorrow.
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