Nowhere's now here.

ATTN: Jenn, Mike, and anyone else who lived/lives in Freeman Hall

Sun, 18 Jul 2004 16:20:50 GMT

Please direct your attention to the following website:

"6thfloor.net"

Just...Go. Words cannot describe...oh man.

DelirialBoheme: Jen
melonheadfranz: ashaley
DelirialBoheme: that 6thfloor thing is AMAZING
DelirialBoheme: hippies
melonheadfranz: I KNOW!!!!
melonheadfranz: and you're like
melonheadfranz: DUDE
melonheadfranz: thats my fuckin room!
melonheadfranz: ...that they are making peace and love in!!!
DelirialBoheme: right??!
DelirialBoheme: oh my
melonheadfranz: we will have our own website
melonheadfranz: we will be the NEW hippies!!!
DelirialBoheme: yes we will
DelirialBoheme: YES!!
DelirialBoheme: I don't make peace on the first date though
melonheadfranz: LOLOL
DelirialBoheme: so...we might have a little less of that on our websitee
melonheadfranz: thats going in the profile
melonheadfranz: i understand
DelirialBoheme: woohoo!
DelirialBoheme: this whole conversation is going in my lj
DelirialBoheme: which I never update
DelirialBoheme: but totally will for this
melonheadfranz: hahaha
melonheadfranz: i ROCK
melonheadfranz: er
melonheadfranz: we ROCK
DelirialBoheme: hahah
DelirialBoheme: nono
DelirialBoheme: YOU rock
DelirialBoheme: I bow down to your...rocking?
melonheadfranz: i accept this...uh...bow...ing
DelirialBoheme: you'd better

Oh my my my.

Whoa

Wed, 23 Jun 2004 04:24:56 GMT

So...haven't updated in awhile...my apologies go out to the few of you who actually read this thing. ;) I'm in quite the writing mood tonight though, so we'll see what happens. You might just get a few rants out of me. But for now, here's a Broadway-related quiz most of you are not going to understand a single thing about! Woo!

Hmm...very nice. Avenue Q is indeed one of my current favourite shows. Raul Esparza (Tick, Tick...BOOM / Rocky Horror) is way hot, and has an amazing voice. The same goes for John Tartaglia (Avenue Q). Who's Barrett Foa? Ooh! And Adam (Rent / Aida)! Oh my. I adore that man. And, beautiful as he may be, I'd probably just make him sing to me all night...*sigh*...I'll need to stop selling him drugs though. We could be straight-edge together and have lots of hot, passionate, musical [CENSORED] in the [CENSOR] with a [CENSOR]. Hm. And it's probably a good thing I have a crush on the man I'm having an affair with, huh? :P

Apparently...

Thu, 03 Jun 2004 04:19:51 GMT

...Hal Sparks is not only a brilliant comedian and actor, but a very talented musician as well.

"Tell her that I've been in love,
but I've never had a friend.
I'm always starting at the end."
-The Hal Sparks Band, She Waits

Hmm. Don't know why, but those two lines really stuck out when I heard the song.

Oh man...I had no idea Hal could sing as well as he can.

I'm impressed.

Methinks I shall have to investigate into this band further...aka, find out when the hell they'll be playing in the NYC area.

Love this song...

Wed, 02 Jun 2004 04:06:06 GMT

It's always been my favorite from the Scarlett's Walk album, but I've been listening to it a lot lately. Not really sure why... *shrugs* Oh well.

Taxi Ride

lily is dancing on the table
we've all been pushed too far
i guess on days like this
you know who your friends are
just another dead fag to you
that's all
just another light missing
on a long taxi ride
taxi ride

and i'm down to
your last cigarette and
this "we are one" crap
as you're invading
this thing you call
Love - she smiles
way too much but
i'm glad you're
on my side, sure
i'm glad you're on
my side still

you think you deserve a trust fund
just because you want one
sure you talk the talk
when you need to
i fear
the whole world is
starting to believe you
just another dead fag
to you that's all
just another light missing
in a long taxi line
taxi line

and i"m down to
your last cigarette and
this "we are one" crap
as you're invading
this thing you call
Love - she smiles
way too much but
i'm glad you're
on my side, sure
i'm glad you're on
my side still

lily is dancing on the table
we've all been pushed
too far today
even a glamorous
bitch can be in need
this is where you know
the honey from the killer bees
i'm glad you're on
my side, sure
i'm glad you're on
my side, sure
i'm glad you're on
my side
still

got a long taxi ride
got a long taxi ride

-Tori Amos

Belated Mushy Girly Ranting...

Thu, 27 May 2004 02:47:57 GMT

For a while there, I almost forgot this thing existed, heh. I haven’t updated in, what? A year? Okay, so maybe a few weeks. But still...

Well, I’m home (duh), and moving out of Freeman wasn’t all that bad, albeit a bit sad. Okay..so maybe it was borderline really sad. I’m going to miss everyone so much this summer. It sucks being the only one who actually lives up here. Bleh. Oh well. It’s not like I don’t have a car, right? And I will be visiting people, so I’m not worried.

Everyone seems to have done some type of “oh my it’s time to leave![insert sniffle here] here’s a list of all the people/things that have happened to me this year” entry or another. Well. I was going to do one too...but I thought about it, and realized...I don’t need or want to. One of the most important lessons I learned this year is that the only person on this Earth I owe anything to is...myself. And I already know how amazing this past year was; how many wonderful friends I’ve made, what I’ve learned about myself and others, how I’ve grown...I already know it, and that’s enough for me. I’m not trying to put down people who do that in any way, don’t get me wrong, I just don’t feel that it’s something I need to do. I am, however, going to say one thing:

My biggest accomplishment since last summer, by far the most important thing I have learned in the past year....is how to love myself.

I can honestly say that I am happy with who I am. Finally. I don’t regret a single thing that has happened in my life in the past year because all of it, even (and perhaps especially) the bad stuff, has only helped me grow. I know that sounds dumb, but it’s true. I feel much more secure and happy as a person today than I ever have. This year has taught me how to love myself, and for that, I wouldn’t trade a moment of it, good or bad.

I guess the bottom line here is that I’m happy. Really happy. More happy than I’ve been in a long time. And this summer is going to be awesome. Extremely busy, but awesome nonetheless. I’m babysitting Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoons; taking a summer class Monday through Thursday mornings until June 24th; and volunteering at the hospital Monday and Wednesday afternoons. And weekends will, of course, be reserved for random babysitting stints, friends, and time with the boy. ;)

Busybusybusy. Why do I make myself so crazy? Heh.

<3

Honestly, where would the world be without dead baby jokes?

Tue, 20 Apr 2004 22:19:46 GMT

MySN: what's the worst thing you could find at the bottom of a pile of dead babies?
Mike'sSN: a live one
MySN: nope
Mike'sSN: ?
MySN: a live one...trying to eat its way out
MySN: :-D
Mike'sSN: what's sicker than that?
MySN: what?
Mike'sSN: the baby going back for seconds

BlahdyBlahdyBlah

Thu, 15 Apr 2004 02:46:00 GMT

I want to go to the psychic. And by "the" psychic, I mean the one on Route 23....but none of you (with the exception of Matt and Julia anyway) know what the hell I'm talking about. So. Nevermind. I want to go though. She's really good. I went to her around this time last year to have my palm read and...well...she was pretty dead on with a lot of what ended up happening last summer and with school this year. So I want to go sometime soon and get a reading to see how this summer might end up playing out. She's really good, I promise. Anyone interested in coming along? Let me know.

"How very emo-or should I say EMU-of you!"

<3

Wed, 14 Apr 2004 02:43:45 GMT

Vicki'sSN: I am obsessively refreshing several peoples' journals, but none of them are updating.

That better?

Tue, 13 Apr 2004 04:51:51 GMT

Matt'sSN: your mom is like a happy tea party

Haha, yeah she is.

MASH!!!

Mon, 12 Apr 2004 18:47:45 GMT

www.playmash.com

GOGOGOGOGO now!!!

This is what I got:

You will live in Shack.
You will drive a Macaroni and Cheese Toyota Prius.
You will marry Steph and have 2 kids.
You will be a Writer in New Jersey.

This is what Steph got:

You will live in Apartment.
You will drive a Khaki Pogo Stick.
You will marry Ashley and have 0 kids.
You will be a Cosmotologist in Mexico.

Obviously, this means we are meant to be. And I'm apparently the one who is going to be having all the kids. Oh joy. My uterus can't wait.

God, am I whoring this LJ out tonight or what?

Mon, 12 Apr 2004 03:20:36 GMT

Sometimes I think I fall more in love with the idea of being with a certain person more than the actual person...But maybe that’s what “love” is? Maybe when you like someone, you’re supposed to be infatuated with the idea of being with them...Maybe all the actual person does is fuel the lust aspect of the equation, and the rest is all up to you to create in your mind. Maybe? Or maybe I’m just a sad, messed up person who is never going to find a significant other. Or maybe I already have found them and just don’t know it yet?

“Glub, glub,” says Ophelia.

Who can know these things for sure? I certainly don’t. So maybe that means these are questions I should stop asking. Just let it go, don’t think, let it happen as it will.

Fine.

“I could step off the end of this pier, but I’ve got shit to do...”

I watched the entire Matrix trilogy this past week...backwards. We were at Mike’s house last weekend and he had the third movie, so we watched it. Unfortunately, I’d never seen the second movie...As I’m sure you can imagine, I was a bit confused, heh. So when I went home this weekend for Easter and watched the second movie. Then, I watched the first one after that since I could not, for the life of me, remember how it had ended. So yeah. Go me for watching en entire trilogy backwards!

Has she ever pouted her lips and called you...“pookie?”

Aside from all the movie watching, this weekend was pretty awesome, as was last weekend. Last weekend, I went up to Branchville with Steph to see her high school’s production of Into The Woods. I’d forgotten just how much I love that show, but seeing it again was just the kick in the ass I needed to start listening to it again. So, yeah...we saw the show, went to eat at the Hampton Diner (formerly known as “The Duct Tape Diner”) where I had the best potato skins of my life (I’m talking REAL strips of bacon here, folks), and then met up with Sean at Mike’s house where we watched Matrix: Revolutions, played with Mike’s new puppy, and watched the clocks turn to 4:00am.

My cell phone is smarter than I am. I did not know it was Daylight Savings time. It did.

This weekend started on Friday when I trecked on up to glorious Sussex County once again to celebrate Passover at Steph’s house with some of our favorite people. Don is a marvelous human being. If you ever have the chance to celebrate Passover with him, please do. “I’ve never done this ceremony the same way twice...” “Hmm...we don’t really need that prayer, I’ll skip over it.” And something else about hot dogs? It was wonderful. A bunch of people left early, but Kristin, Mike, Sean, his brother Pat, and I all slept over Steph’s. We rented School of Rock. It wasn’t very funny. Don’t rent it.

To say we slept would be a lie. I blame Mike. First, he poked me...for a good half an hour. Then he stole my pillow...and continued poking me. Then I jumped on him, in a valiant attempt to rescue my pillow...and he stretched out and took up my space on the futon. I think I ended up accidentally kicking Kristin at some point too. It wasn’t pretty. I eventually surrendered around five, he gave me my pillow back, and we all slept and it was good. He was apparently trying to annoy me until he got me “to crack” and get angry...but I don’t get angry. So he failed. I just sort of gave up fighting back after a while, heh. It was good times. :)

Never had light in my eyes anyway, but maybe things are different these days.

I think I’m finally over something. Which is good. Very good.

Kristin got a LiveJournal (finally)!!! Welcome to my world, babe. Heheh.

Remember Mrs. Lot and when she turned around...

* * *
This is where it’s going to start getting weird. I went through a lot of my writing recently. Here’s something I wrote once, not too long ago:

Frida Kahlo lies in her bed, bound to it by a full body cast. Her boyfriend tells her that he’s leaving for Spain; He is leaving her. She picks up a pencil and begins to draw on her cast, over her left breast.

“I want you gone before I finish this butterfly,” She says softly.

“She was a tough cookie.” Stephanie’s voice whispers beside me. She is lying on her stomach beside me, head propped up on bent arms, staring intently at the film version of a woman who has more in common with her than I think I’ll ever know.

I nod, watching the screen with wide eyes as Frida bursts into sobs the moment her boyfriend walks out the door. She doesn’t finish the butterfly until much later.

‘So are you,’ I think, stealing a glance at this new friend of mine. Stephanie. Who has more in common with me than I think she’ll ever know.

* * *
Something I wrote a bit more recently. I think I was trying to be funny:

“What’s wrong with him?” She asked.
“Nothing, he’s just mourning your loss.”
“...My what?”

“The loss of you to the dark side.” He piped up.
“What, you think I’m going to hell for this or something?”
“No...It’s just that now I, along with the rest of mankind of course, have lost all chances of ever hooking up with you.”
“Oh, sweetie...You didn’t lose your chance...”
“I didn’t?”

“No...You never had one.”

* * *
Something I don’t remember writing, but apparently did:

My mind asks, Where were you?

My lips, on the other hand, translate this message into a simple “Hey!” - Complete with the regulation hug.

Somewhere, my eyes find a reason to smile at you. To my willpower’s dismay, this gesture trickles down my cheeks and into my mouth, filling it until I cannot help but contort my face into the position which biologically requires significantly less muscle movement than it’s unhappy alternative.

* * *
Something that’s only one line long:

She couldn’t do anything. So she just laughed.

* * *
Something I titled “True Stories”:

“Can I ask you a question?”
He smiled and sat down on the curb next to me. “Sure, what’s up?”
“...How did you know?”
He thought for a moment, glanced back at the people we left behind in the park, and then looked up at the moon.
And then he told me.
I nodded and picked at some grass growing in a crack in the pavement.
And then I knew.

* * *
Something I found written in an essay from AP English:

“Our problems with Afghanistan began when we decided to “help them in their war against the Soviet Union. Why did we want to do this? Because we didn’t like Communism. Why does Afghanistan hate us so much if we helped them in their war? Because we dropped them like an ugly prom date after cutting a deal with the Soviet Union; they would leave Afghanistan alone as long as we did.”

Mrs. Bednarski wrote at the bottom of this: “I’m happy to have your thinking in my world.”

I miss her. And Dr. Pantano. I’m probably going to visit PV sometime soon.

The musical this year is Pippin.

Hahahahahaha. Should be interesting...

I was told this weekend by one person that I should lower my standards, and by another that I should keep them right where they are. I don’t really think my standards are all that unreasonable...I actually haven’t ever really verbalized them to anyone.

I don’t need a supergenius. Or someone who drinks Chai. Or someone who likes Hedwig. Or anything like that. If anything, I think that differences like that are what keep a relationship interesting. I’m a weird person, I’ll admit it. I have weird tastes in weird things and don’t expect to find a significant other who loves all of the same things. That’s what my best friends are for. They don’t need to be beautiful or drop dead anything. They don’t need to be “an intellectual” or “an artist” or any other dumb superficial stereotype. We all fantasize and have our “ideal man/woman,” but I think we very rarely ever truly mean it. All I want is someone who can love me. Someone who can look into my shit brown eyes and see something they like. Someone who can humor my gay man tendencies and overall weirdness. Someone who can at least appreciate my interests...you don’t need to share them, just don’t ever ask me to give them up. Someone who can make me laugh, make me angry, make me happy, annoyed, giggly, and in love. Someone who is not afraid of sex and my “forget swinging both ways, there's just no fucking door” sexuality. Someone who can hug me. A lot. And who loves to cuddle. Someone remotely stable, who has at least a small idea of where they are headed. Someone who can keep up with and tolerate my “big dreams.” Someone who loves/wants kids. And dogs. Someone who I can, as Stephanie once put it, “wrap my legs around.” Someone to hold my hand and breathe with me. And finally, someone unafraid of commitment and communication, who would just admit to me that they’re unhappy before ever dreaming of cheating. Be able to talk to me, about anything and everything. That’s all I ask, and I don’t think it’s too much.

Love don’t need a reason, and love don’t need a rhyme.

Oh, and you know what, Steph? The gratuitous Neo/Trinity sex in the second movie...Wasn’t all that bad...

;)

Things I Am Going to Do

Mon, 12 Apr 2004 02:37:36 GMT

-I am going to buy new Sega Genesis and Nintendo 64 game systems for myself because they are only $25 each on Amazon, and I miss real video games.

-I am going to finish all of the papers I have to do for the end of the semester, and I am going to do them well.

-I am going to take Precalculus at Bergen Community this summer so I won’t have to do it at MSU later.

-I am going to work/volunteer at Holy Name this summer so I can see what it’s like working in a hospital and boost my community service while I’m at it.

-I am going to woo you when I find you, whoever you are.

-I am going to keep Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays free from babysitting, BCC, and the hospital so I have time to see my friends.

-I am going to have a kickass summer.

-I am going to spend it laughing with said friends, doing said work, and finishing all the books I “started” during school that I won’t dare try to list because there are far too many.

-I am going to apply to Mount Sinai’s Humanities and Medicine program in September.

-I am going to get accepted.

-I am going to become a doctor.

-I am going to be a damn good one.

-I am going to fall in love soon.

-I am going to get married. No matter what.

-I am going to consider pursuing a person I am starting to believe may be someone special.

-I am going to graduate from MSU Summa Cum Laude. Right now I’m Magna Cum Laude.

-I am going to live in the City for a few years after graduation; something that will be made much easier if Mount Sinai accepts me in the fall; they guarantee on campus (aka, in the city) housing to all medical students.

-I am going to travel a bit before that, most likely during the summer between my graduation and my matriculation at MSSM.

-I am going to New Orleans with Stephanie this summer, gas prices be damned!

-I am going to continue feeling good about certain things which have been completely gone from my mind for months.

-I am going to move back to the suburbs to get married and have kids.

-I am not having kids until after I’m at least in my early thirties.

-I am always going to write. And when I finally finish something, I will know that it is the “masterpiece” I have been waiting for.

-I am going to be a good mother.

-I am going to continue loving you. All of you. Always.

-I am going to end this entry. There are much better things I should be doing right now.

;)

The Most Pointless Entry Ever

Mon, 12 Apr 2004 02:12:16 GMT

Kristin and Jen's ceiling just peed for the second time this year. Why oh WHY does radiator water have to be yellow?

I hate Janet Jackson.

Hollow chocolate bunnies are far superior to solid chocolate bunnies.

"It's a shame you're not a yellow sponge." -Brittany, to me.

I don't miss it half as much as I originally thought I would.

"I think that everyone in the Honors Program is just a little bit...tweaked." - Ryan, to us all.

But how can you know what you want, till you get what you want, and you see if you like it?

I bought bubbles. Because it's Spring.

Mon, 12 Apr 2004 00:45:34 GMT

-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.

What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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Thu, 08 Apr 2004 05:33:13 GMT

MY HAIR IS ORANGE !!!!!

Okay, so maybe not as much as Steph and John's hair...But it is ORANGE nonetheless.

Thu, 08 Apr 2004 05:20:00 GMT

Steph: "How many emo kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"
Us: "How many?"
Steph: "Who cares? Let them cry in the dark."

College Life At It's Best...

Thu, 08 Apr 2004 05:14:41 GMT

We so just had a hair dyeing (streaking?) party in Steph's bathroom....She, John, and I all have ORANGE in our hair now. Heheh. I only did the tips of mine since Locks of Love doesn't accept dyed hair. I have more than enough for the 10" requirement, so I figured I'd spare an inch or two they can cut off later to help use up Steph's leftover dye. I haven't had dyed hair since it was BLUE sophomore year of high school. It feels pretty good. :) I just need to wait a half an hour or so now before I can wash it out and see how it all looks...

I <3 Fetuses...

Fri, 02 Apr 2004 06:14:31 GMT

Just because he was "immaculately conceived" des NOT mean that Jesus was never a fetus! And look what a cute little fetus he was!

I adopted a cute lil' baby jesus fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

Aahahahahahahahaha. Oh man. That is fucking genius right there. Whew.

Sun, 21 Mar 2004 23:22:34 GMT

I am an Intellectual

Which America Hating Minority Are You?

Take More Robert & Tim Quizzes
Watch Robert & Tim Cartoons

Sun, 21 Mar 2004 23:10:07 GMT

Unprodigial Daughter

I had disengaged to avoid being totaled
I would run away and say good riddance, soon enough
I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling
Imagining myself bolting had not been difficult

Soon be my life
Soon be my pace
Soon be my choice of which you'll have no part of

Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed

I hit the ground running, although I know not what toward
I hit the town feeling, forgetting all that came before
I felt primed and ready, once surrounded by the pawns
I felt culture shocked, but dissuaded, I was not

This is my town
This is my voice
This is my taste of which you've have no part of

Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed

One day I'll saddle back and speak of foreign adventures
One day I'll double back and tell you about these unfettered years
One day I'll look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before, I know you, you can't get the best of me

When I'd speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward
When I'd speak of spirituality you would label it absurd
When I spoke of possibility you would frown and shake your head
If I had stayed much longer, I'd have surely imploded

These are my words
This is my house
These are my friends of which you've had no part

Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed

Unprodigial daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed

-Alanis Morissette

Gonna do my best swandive...

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 04:52:48 GMT

I think that this is the first time in a while I can honestly say I am happy with the state of things in my life. The last couple of weeks have been...interesting. They’ve had their ups and downs, certainly, but I think everything that has happened has been for...the best? I’ve figured a number of things out, and the urge to flee has slowly worked itself out of my system. I should also add that I love my friends. They have been nothing but truly wonderful to me, and I couldn’t ask for more.

(This has nothing to do with anything, but I’m watching some guy (Demetri Martin) do stand up on Comedy Central, and he just said something like, "I feel that Pinatas promote violence against flamboyant animals.")

Steph, Kristin, Brittany and I went to Washington D.C. last weekend to kick off what has been an otherwise uneventful spring break. We saw pretty much everything we wanted to, but all attempts to stalk and assassinate...er...I mean meet and commend...Mr. Bush unfortunately failed. We got back Monday night, and the rest of this week has been pretty uneventful. Oh, except for yesterday, which I spent in the city with Vicki. We went to the Met, battled the subway, and saw Boy From Oz - Which was the epitome of all corny musicals, but the experience was well worth the $30 student fee because Hugh Jackman gave a phenomenal performance. Other than that, this break has just been a lot of sleeping and relaxing and thinking and homework...only minus the homework. :)

("I like frisbees. Frisbees are the only object you can throw at a stranger...and it’s okay....My plumbing is all screwed up. My sink drain has been backed up for weeks. But I’ve finally realized - I do not own a garbage disposal.")

As good as I feel, though, I still feel this pressing need for change. Namely in my appearance. I just feel like...I need to make my outside reflect my inside a bit more...if that makes any sense. But I’m not sure which way to go to do that, because I’m still trying to pin down my inside. I’ve got a better idea than I did this time last year, maybe even a few months ago, but still don’t really know. And that’s okay. All I know is that I’ve breached something. Or at least feel like I have. I know I said a while ago that I felt like I was on the edge of something big. Well...I think I’ve finally stepped off that edge. And I must say, the jump wasn’t all that bad. So now I’m free falling, feeling the wind in my hair, and I’m determined to just enjoy myself until I land.

("I think Employee of The Month, is an example of how a person can be both a winner and a loser all at the same time.")

Some days I wake up and feel like looking nice. Like I want to put makeup on, dress up a little, and just look nice. Be a little girly for once. Then there are days I wake up and just want to throw on the "Greg" shirt and hide in it. Then sometimes I wake up and feel the need to shave my head, get my nose (or something) pierced, and just leave. And fuck everything....and everyone...in the good way, of course. ;)

("I bought a cactus once. It died two weeks later and I though, 'wow, I'm less nurturing than a desert'.")

I don’t know. I feel the need to do something drastic, and I know I keep saying that and haven’t done anything, but it’s still true. I'm not in any hurry, though. I've seen what my lowest point looks like, and I know now how to not end up there again. Despite any and all of the shit I've seen, I count this last year as a good one. Everything that happened was (I think, anyway) for the best...perhaps for everyone involved. I know I'm all the better for it. Like I said, I feel like I'm in a great place right now, and I have the confidence I need to know how to stay there. I feel happy and sexy and loved. I'm taking my time with things. And just breathing.

...

Mon, 15 Mar 2004 22:13:35 GMT

And by the way...I'm home. :)

Oh Grace M. Freeman...

Mon, 15 Mar 2004 22:11:44 GMT

You are Freeman Hall. You are laid back. You
aren't the best or most comfortable, but your
friends still love you.

Which MSU Residence Hall Are You?
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Who made this quiz? And why. It's pretty funny (sad?) though, considering I actually live there...

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 23:00:48 GMT

You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.

What is your grammar aptitude?
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"Oh Shit Son!"

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 19:51:09 GMT

I <3 Sandman

Endless Love.

Dude. Stupid colorbars. I just found that Colorbar_love community...and wasted about an hour looking through all of it's back entries.

Brian Kinney HAS sex.

AAHH! See? There I go, posting another one! This could get bad. Really bad.

Christina Aguilera naked in my bed is Love

Okay, so maybe not aaaall bad. ;)

Oh, and of course...

The Original Trilogy is love.

Because it's so true. :p

Which Broadway Hottie Will You Date etc.?
Name
DOB
Favourite Color
Your favorite musical is	Avenue Q
You are dating	Raul Esperza
You are having an affair with	John Tartaglia
You are married to	Barrett Foa
You are selling drugs to	Adam Pascal
You have a HUGE crush on	John Tartaglia

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