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[19 Jul 2008|08:08pm]
[ mood | angry ]

I guess being friends after a breakup isn't something that can work unless the breakup is at least slightly mutual. Sam has apparently decided that he doesn't think being friends is going to work out, and has opted to just stop talking to me entirely. If you're going to decide something like that, the least you could do is let me know. I'm so sick of all of this.

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[04 Dec 2007|04:48pm]
[ mood | angry ]

I'm ridiculously restless right now, and I don't know why. I definitely don't have the attention span required to sit down and work on the physics I rather desperately need to get done. I kind of feel like exploding, or breaking something. Damnit, I hate being restless and frustrated, because it inevitably manifests itself into anger, which is never productive, especially because I can't go walk anything off because my feet hurt, it's wet outside, and freaking everything I own is damp. Maybe I'll just suck it up and go get coffee... mochas are always good for calming me down, and there's a park I'd get to walk through. Feh, stupid feet hurt like hell though. I'll just play the Sims!

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Freaking everyone else was taking it from DWH... I took it from Lillerina. [12 Sep 2007|12:09pm]
[ mood | bored ]

1. Go to here
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results.

6.Forensic Specialist

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[01 Apr 2007|06:42pm]
[ mood | content ]

I rescind my previous statement about today: it turned out to be perfectly delightful.

It was sunny, and not ridiculously cold. Met up with a friend for coffee, and I got lunch with Sam. Who brought me flowers. Work was even pretty decent, because there weren't any crappy customers. There was even one woman who said that she was doing well. I told her I appreciated that, and it turns out that she's a teacher. I like people who care about grammar.

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[08 Dec 2006|08:47pm]
[ mood | peaceful...and high ]

This is so what life is supposed to feel like. This is probably what life on Prozac would be.

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[24 Sep 2006|10:36am]
[ mood | tired ]

Naturally, the day after I finally get some sort of a coat, it's too warm to even consider wearing clothing, not to mention any sort of jacket-type thing.

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[18 Sep 2006|02:15pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Blech. My face looks like some sort of science experiment gone horribly wrong. I'll think I'll just suck it up and visit a dermatologist, because it's really hella bugging me.

Oh God. Hardcore country. Someone help me PLEASE.

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[28 Aug 2006|01:01am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Meh. I washed my dad's car fucking not even twelve hours ago, and already it has bird poop on it. Not just one little drop, but multiple fucking bombs. I don't get it. It's like it was intentional. I bet it was.

My fucking iPod froze up. I haven't even dropped it recently. All I was trying to do was listen to my music, and it froze. Stupid shit iPods.

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[18 Aug 2006|02:00am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I forgot to tell my father that I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow... huh... well, hopefully I'll get a chance to tell him before I leave in the morning. If not, I guess I'll just leave a note or something.

I really want to sleep on the couch tonight, but only because I don't feel like going upstairs to my room. Fucking... I have to be up in four and a half hours. Goddamn.

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[12 Aug 2006|04:28pm]
[ mood | antisocial ]

Ha, oops, it turns out that, unless you turn the radio off in my mother's car, it stays on. Which means that the battery dies if the radio isn't turned off, which is why the stupid thing wouldn't start. I think I'll still stay home, just because I don't feel like going out.

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[01 Jul 2006|11:58pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

Weekends are definitely the worst. I wish that I had to work until 1; at least that way I could justify not having anything to do.

I want to be back in Seattle so that I could walk down to the water and listen to music there.

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[29 May 2006|01:45pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

All I want to do today is sit back and chill, and maybe read my book. Unfortunately, I have FUCKLOAD of homework I have to do. Fucking homework. Fucking school. Fuck you.

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[18 May 2006|12:09pm]
[ mood | stuffed ]

I was going to have a really healthy lunch of mixed fruit and a green tea Sobe... but then I saw peanut butter cheesecake and, well... now I kind of feel like barfing. It was hella good, though. Nngh... goddamn fatty food for being SO FUCKING GOOD.

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[15 May 2006|02:39am]
[ mood | numb ]

Fuck. I just want to keep going on like this for forever.

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[02 May 2006|05:06pm]
[ mood | irate ]

I think I'm going to kill something. I'm so fucking angry right now, and I don't know why. That's not true; it's a compilation of things, but since nobody gives a flying fuck, I won't go into it. Fuck, I'm too angry to even do anything. I can't work out, I can't do homework, I can't go for a walk, I can't do anything on the internet (although that's also because the internet is being stupid). I fucking hate this. Maybe I'll try and neaten up the room, because I'm sick of living in a fucking pigsty.

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[21 Apr 2006|11:37pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

Oh man... that blackberry stuff...

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[19 Apr 2006|09:46pm]
[ mood | sad ]

Even my good days aren't good. I could have the best day in my life, and I'll still come out depressed at the end of the day. What's the point of even trying to be happy if I always end up sad and depressed? Nothing I do works; I'm always happy for a bit, and then back to being sad and lonely and self-loathing. I hate being happy, for the aforementioned reason. It never lasts. It's like eating really good ice-cream. When you're eating it, it's fabulous, and there's nothing better. When it's gone, however, all you're left with is that memory of it, which only serves to make you wistful and sad that you no longer have it. Happiness is fleeting, but depression is constant.

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[08 Apr 2006|04:57am]
[ mood | drunk ]

Wow, fighting with creepy guys my roomie meets over the internet is really fun and therepeutic. Damn... I should meet creepy people, if only so I can put them down!

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[04 Apr 2006|08:21pm]
[ mood | excited ]

OMG. I'm so fucking excited. I'm going to see 1shawn and yuhoo from the 28th to the 30th. Holy fuck, I think I'm going to explode.

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[13 Mar 2006|02:50pm]
[ mood | good ]

Holy crap, Jack is so fucking cute.

Oh, and while I was watching Pac-10 swimming, they mentioned Lenny Krayzelburg. It was really exciting, and my mom totally didn't get why I looked so excited.

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