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[Dec. 10th, 2009|08:10 pm] |
1. Flying is weirdly awesome if it weren't for all the other people on the plane.
2. It was 75 here today. Oh that' right it's awesome in Orlando.
3. This is the most kick ass hotel I've ever stayed in.
4. I love you and I miss you. You know who you are. |
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[Oct. 19th, 2009|08:55 am] |
So here's a fun one. I drive out to visit my parents this weekend. They tell me they have a present for me and I'm totally excited thinking it would be something cool that I wanted. I should know my how not to expect something like that when it comes to random gifts. This is something I in no way wanted. So the story goes they won this thing and don't have time to actually use it.
THEY WON DANCE LESSONS AND HAVE GIFTED THEM TO ME.
I feel like this was an evil plot against me in an effort to once again fix my social issues. It's like some bad flashback to my last two years of high school. In attempt to help me socially for college I was forced to take cooking and pottery classes. I can cook now however pottery was an epic failure.
Here comes the awkward part... I need a partner. I know who I want but I don't know how adverse to dancing you are. Let me know ok? |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Oh goodness. So in the last few weeks I've managed to make butternut squash soup, go into the city and entice creepy old men to buy me drinks, got really embarrassed when I told a boy they were pretty and made a drunken fool of myself at a wedding. So yeah, rock on.
Sometimes I wonder if this is really what my life is meant to be like. I know I'm a loner in general but the idea of having someone to fight over the afghan with while watching tv at night sounds freakishly appealing the older I get. I'm not so convinced anymore I'm supposed to be alone. It reminds me of this one quote from the Wonder Years:“All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... who might be searching for us.” I just don't know what the perfect person for me would be like. I don't know if they would be the opposite all loud and loving to go out or someone who can grow to be an agoraphobic old couple with me. I'm 24 and to be honest time is running out for finding someone to spend this part of my life with.
I don't know how I feel about all this. Stupid weddings, soup, old men... gah. I really hate this whole confusing feelings thing. Sometimes I think being numb would be better. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2009|06:43 pm] |
How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body? ~Laurel Hoodwrit
We're having a sale on cards and I've been taking advantage of it. Yes, I buy things in my own shop. It feels weird not to even if it's like paying myself. I always feel a bit ripped off not having lived in the age of epic letters. I mean twitter is the anti-letter. It's to the general public and is in no way significant. Letters, well they're beautiful. I envy the letters John and Abigail Adams wrote like this one. James Joyce wrote a nice one too. If you go tot he index there you can read a number of letters. I have trouble thinking I could write a letter like that. True, I'm not in love but I still find it hard to express even friendship via my pen. This would be why I've decided to write a small card each month to some of my friends and family. A kind of way to stay in their lives even though distance or a slight drift apart separates us.
Does anyone else feel like joining me on this old fashion letter writing band wagon? |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|04:58 pm] |
Spam/Anon/Scene Requests/Random
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