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If I were to ever be an international (ie: New York Citian) cross dresser-slash-fake-woman (so really I would just be a woman dressed up as a male dressing as a woman), I think that I would like to be named Darling Fakery and own a bakery... |
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rant rant rant rant fucking aleve. I am stumbling and skewing, crying at Sex and the city because secretly I cause drama when there isn't and I fucking hate aleve because it makes me feel drunk. Pathology!! Pathology noww!! |
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I feel weird for saying this, but I have recently become very awkward around people. I am convinced that this person whom I am getting together with hates me, and I really do care for some reason. I don't know why, since I have never really cared before what other people thought of me. I am going backwards into wall flowerdom. |
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So after individuals yesterday, and after the sushi dinner with the majority of the girls' fencing team minus Adriel but plus a non member Emily, I went to the Magnolia Bakery with Emily, Kyle and Rebecca "Winning Winifred" for fabulous cupcakes and skim milk. As there was a line, I was listening to some GGGGGGay kid complaining about all the calories and whatnot. We had to ask a fabulous drag queen where to go. S/he was dressed in ermine furs and gold naipolish with really, really nice hair. I told him/her to remain fabulous as we left... So yeah! Rebecca was dressed as a watermelon, and I as a fairy Icelandic gnome and Emily was dressed in normal Brooklyn Heights-y wear, and Kyle as a snow white pop princess. Rebecca had a frog umbrella which proved kinda troubling when asking for a light with a girl with a frog umbrella. But yeah! cupcakes... We then went to Rebecca's house (who lives across the street from me). She gave me this random's guy cd case filled with mixes and lots of grateful dead. He had a large collection of the Pixies, whom I didn't really know till now. I am musically retarded. Cam has had to give me numerous lessons on sucky 'emo' bands like Ashes to Autumn or whatever the hell they are called. Also, Cam and I are adopting a chinese girl and naming her 5 Dragons of the East... she will be called Susan for short. This is all very random, but I haven't updated often.
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I have decided that it is time for me to become more calm and collected; to become the classic enigma that I worship but can never be due to habbit. I know that it sounds like a Scarlett O'Hara "I'll do it tomorrow" thing, but it is not. Starting now, I won't speak to strangers, keep my thoughts to myself, be more open to people who I generally dislike, and try not to give the death stare to any annoying ugly fencer that beats me. Just kidding about the annoying/ugly part. But I shall become calmer, friendlier, and not get hysterical at everything. Starting: now. |
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I want Donna Alvarez, J.T NotBad, and Connie My Love to please respond to this so I know that you are alive. Thank you, and sorry for being annoying and demanding... |
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I feel as though it is entirely impossible for me to cure everything. I hate pain, especially in other people, it makes me sad and feel weak and immobile to all the 'higher' persons or beings' thoughts and actions. This doesn't make sense. |
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I really want a pig named Moo, a hedgehog named Joralemon and two dogs named Disco and Taxi. I should go to class... |
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I am wooried. My father has just bought a strobe light. Perhaps he is trying to re-live the hippy strobe light years. If hippies had strobe lights. |
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I am very excited about the silent dorms at certain schools. I think that I shall enjoy being a hermit for about 1.5 days. |
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I was wondering if it was at all helpful to your brain to be texting in class. Besides the fact that it is rude, isn't it somewhat beneficial because it uses up two sides of your brain? One side, you must appear as though you are paying attention and writing notes all the while composing a mini letter. I mean, I know that when I walk down and text at the same time that it uses something...I look forward while I am walking as to not get run over by a delivery man on a bike, and at the same time texting. So these were my brief thoughts. Three of my classes are cancelled today, it's somewhat strange... |
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I honestly believe that Jessica Cutler is the new Samantha Jones. Besides not being a fictional character, she and Jones are very similar. You can find her in the newest issue of New York. Or Google (tm) her. |
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it's friday and I'm in love! I don't care if monday's blue monday you can fall apart
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Oh my god. I just found out that I (and Chloe who pipped up with "wow, so we'll be like paris hilton but with houses than hotels) shall be inheriting five houses in Switzerland when my mother and uncle pass away. Holy shit. I could like, start an empire with that many in that small country. Hmmm....sounds like a good idea.... |
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I fucking hate poetry protocols. What a waste it is trying to decipher every little meaning in a poem. With books it's fun, but with a poem it is not. Poems, for me, conjour images of simple pleasures. A quick peek into the literary world, the delicacy of a couple of words strung together that can creat a tidal wave of emotion. Protocols ruin that. They suck major ass. |
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Well, I am sitting in the library with a long 80s strand of pearls and a 50s handbag, and a scarf from Italy that I bought on a flightlfull purchase when I was ten, and for which I am very happy that I did it. My english is horrid, however it can all be explained: I am going through a quarter life crisis. I have a cure for the actual midlife crisis at forty (to give all my money to the Met and have a wing of very avant garde art dedicated to me), but I have no cure for this quarter life crisis other than cigarettes and cocoa beans. And thus I part. - Ariele Marie Katrine Coco Aneli Krahmer or, just Ariele Elena |
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