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| I cannot believe Christmas has passed already.
Where did the year go?
It’s weird. This is the year where I’ve gotten the least, but I’m happy. I don’t feel the need to be showered with gifts and pampered. I don’t really care anymore. I’m fine with what I have. I’m happy with what I received, but I’m even happier with what I gave out.
The only thing I can ask for is stability - with everyone, especially financially.
I really hope my financial aid doesn’t fuck me over.
Oh god, I need this.
I just want to move to Bemidji already.
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| I can honestly say that I've never had this much anger, venom, or despise geared at someone ever. I hate you with every fiber of my being. I think you are the most manipulative, cunning, and selfish bitch I have ever had the displeasure to meet. I cannot believe I spent the last seven years around you without killing you. I really hope your kid turns out to be a fucking monster. I hope he treats you like he treats everyone. I hope nothing changes for you. You are going to get what you fucking deserve. I am never going to come back to this or to you.
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Elephant
By The White Stripes
I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself
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Jack White, I think you said it best;
"I just don't know what to do with myself."
That is exactly how I'm feeling. I hate it at Normandale, I hate it at work, I hate it at home. Fuck, I just want to move to Bemidji already. You cannot understand how badly I want next year to come. I cannot take this college seriously; it feels too much like high school. I've already skipped/slept in on too many days, haven't done enough homework, failed a bitch load of tests, and we've only been here a few months.
Next semester, I'm doing night classes. On the bright side, I won a $2000 scholarship for next semester, and I'm not sure if they're matching it or not. Yay, for less money to have to pay back.
I'm so sick of drama. That's probably why this feels so much like high school. Seriously, you two both need to get over yourselves. Grow the fuck up; you're both 18, act like it.
p.s. I've had incredible luck with parking today :]
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| It's weird, I used to have so much to say, and something was always just bursting to get out and get written. Now I can barely even force words to come. I'm not sure if it's a lack of events going on, or just a lack of motivation on my part. Either way, I don't like it. I liked being able to go home and just sit, think, and write. I was planning on joining the Creative Writing Club at Normandale, but I don't think I'd be able to handle it anymore. The only thing I have been writing is a stupid narrative for my freshman comp. class, and it's safe to say that it's bullshit. On the other hand, I have been getting back into photoshop and graphics. Thanks, picnik, for reinstating my artsy side.
I am so excited for the 22nd, and my ever-waited return of Heroes. Though I think Weeds has been increasingly taking it's place as the top spot in my book. Oh well, you can't really beat a drug-dealing mom with a jewish stepbrother, a mentally unstable 10 year old, and a hot son with a deaf girlfriend. Then you go in there and throw in dirty politics, coke bombs, arson, and crazy druglords, and you have a hit. Oh well, that's what I think at least.
Onto more serious news, I really do not want to stay at Normandale for two years. I need to get out, see the world, and be a part of the real world. Okay, I wouldn't be seeing the world, but I would be seeing a lot more than I am now. Anywho, I'm over and out, Xanga. Once again, thanks for listening.
I wanna glide down over mulholland.
I wanna write his name in the sky.
Gonna free fall out into nothin,
Gonna leave this world for a while.
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| word, yo.
I am currently in the Japanese Garden, and I've come to the conclusion that I really hate rain. No, I really, really, really, really hate rain. What the fuck, leave me alone you little droplets of precipitation. Anywho, I like english. A lot, actually. It's weird, I loved french and hated english in high school, and now it's the complete opposite. I'm sick of that class, not the language, though. Whatev, it's only for four more months.
I like french music. Okay, scratch that. I like music in general. And I really like listening to/watching videos of the UC Men's Octet. Fabo.
Goodbye, lovers.
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