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"Lovely, you're always lovely.
A vision. You were the one.
Now, I am stuck inside a memory.
You forgot about our destiny.
You buried me, didn't you?

Didn't you: Love me faster than the devil? Run me straight into the ground?

Drowning deep inside your water.
Drowning deep inside your sound."

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Mar. 13th, 2009 @ 11:17 pm It's been a while...
Alas, but, my heart is a very fickle organ. I've moved and parting is such sweet sorrow.

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May. 9th, 2006 @ 03:43 pm When you came to my defense
Current Mood: draineddrained
Current Music: "Belief" by Gavin DeGraw
Sometimes people are capable of doing amazing things. Laying it on the line, giving unselfishly, forgiving--dazzling things. It's not often when I am...awed. Words-fail-me AWED. Can't even think about it a-freaking-mazed. Cool.
I came home from putting in a meager four hours of work, but I was so tired. This semester has probably been the hardest trial of my scholastic career. Not only did I actually have to try (ha!), I have had to pick myself up and crawl for the finish line...to the knowledge that I still have one more year to go. It's not even over; I still have two finals left. I woke up this morning and I just didn't want to get up. And not the normal, "Oh, five more minutes!" I just wanted to sleep and not wake up.
I'm so tired, worn out. Living on a restless two hours of "sleep" a night is catching up. Having five professors who all think they are most important and plan their workload accordingly is catching up. Going to a job where I don't feel like I quite fit in and am considering not doing anymore is catching up. Living in a house I no longer consider a home is catching up. I came in from work today with a grinding migraine to find the Beagle from Hell baying. I'm pretty sure Satan uses that sound to break his new arrivals. Always during Finals, why am I surprised? I love animals, I really do. Ask anyone and they will tell you that I place the life of some animals above most humans. Despite this, I was tempted to see just how that urban legend about the dog in the microwave really works.
I curled up in bed and pulled the covers around me--even though it is 92 degrees out. My mom woke me from my nap about 20 mintues later. She told me I had to call Margie--my paternal grandmother. At first I thought it was something bad, but it's not. It is the amazing-can't-find-the-words deal. I've been thinking about her a lot lately. Psych 1113 rears its head is all I will say. These thoughts over the last few weeks and what she did today have pretty much insured that a road trip to San Antonio is in order. Maybe the new setting can be a new beginning for us and maybe I can finally say good-bye to my grandfather.
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Apr. 24th, 2006 @ 03:36 am The Won't List for this week
Current Location: who knows?
Current Mood: busybusy
Current Music: "3 Libras" by A Perfect Circle...seriously
I won't put off papers until the last minute. (Hello Mexican-American term paper! How are all 12 pages of you doin'? Stratification paper? Is that you?? What's up Research Proposal!?)

I won't listen to "3 Libras" play over and over and then think of how this song suits my miserable life.

I won't make a Voodoo doll of a certain professor whom I hate. Hate! HATE!

I won't slack off at work and read blogs instead of doing filing.

I won't spend more time at the library than in my own home.

I won't only pretend to search for a summer job.

I won't dream about going home for the express purpose of my annual Kentucky Derby party on the 6th.

...I won't follow this list! At all!

I hate lists anyway. I spit on them! Spftt!
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Apr. 17th, 2006 @ 01:10 pm AND I'M MOVING OUT!!!!
Current Location: not the new place...yet
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: "She Don't Want Nobody Near" by Counting Crows
She don't want nobody near, but you can't get away from that.
They appear and disappear and they all get a string attached.
Pretty soon they got you hanging on a line. Pretty soon they're singing one by one the same old rhyme.
They say, "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight."
She don't want nobody home cause it's a little too crowded then.
But she don't wanna be alone, so they just keep pouring in.
Pretty soon they got her headed for the door.
She comes home to find that they're not hanging 'round no more.
She says "I'm alright, you just can't get home tonight."
Don't you wonder what she looks like in the light?
She says "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight."
Pretty whitewashed lies. Endless alibis. And the reasons that need cleaning every night, half a world away. You can't wash away the stain of the deceiving and the things that you cannot believe, and well...
She don't want no one around, cause she don't want anybody to see what she looks like when she's down--cause that's a really sad place to be.
Pretty soon she gets them crawling up the walls. Then she wonders why they beg her please to never call.
She says, "I'm ok. It's alright. Hey, look who's on TV tonight."
She says, "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight."
Don't you wonder why it's dark outside at night?
She says, "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight."
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Apr. 9th, 2006 @ 12:13 am Gotta love the satire
Current Location: fluffin' in front of the TV
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: random gun fire and death cries
Right now I am loving me some TBS. Saturdays are my movie days. Doesn't matter if it is theater, DVD, or just plain, old cable. All I do is watch movies and "fluff" (fluff, or rather fluffin' is a word my dad would use for basically wasting space with idleness and lounging good-times). TBS has laid before me a delectable entree of "Jurassic Park III," "The Fifth Element," "Starship Troopers," and "Aliens." Bloody, gory, in-your-face goodness. I.Love.It. I am currently watching the bugs of "Starship Troopers" rip their way through stupid, fascist humans. I could make a sly remark about how sometimes art imitates life *cough*cough*currentevents*cough or life imitates art, but I won't. I bought "Dog Soldiers" today and I don't know why. Well maybe because it was on sale for $7.99 and I also had a 25% off coupon. That movie scares the ever-loving spit out of me--and therefore I will probably never watch it...and hide it under some old notebooks in my closet.
In lighter, well less DARK news anyway, I would just like to say that I loooove Dooce. http://deseretbook.com/store/product?sku=4921409. Where else can you find stuff that will have you rolling in laughter at work? She is the goal to which we all must aspire. Plus Chuck? I wish she would clone him and give me a puppy.
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