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A Tri-Optic Psychosis

July 27th, 2006

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I'm going to suggest a time boundary to livejournal- so that the garbage our minds fabricate have to see the light of day before they stand for what our friends think of us.

There's always the possibility of people faking their time zone, just to be able to pine at 2:25 a.m. , but if the Hurters go that far to whine- let 'em. It's amusing.

July 24th, 2006

please sah

I'm voracious and standing tip toe on the state-line- In Dissatisfaction (Population: teenager) and Ravenous, both at once.

"I want life in every word, to the extent that it's absurd." [proceeds to kick bouncing indie grease-head off high]

CPC, come back to me.

July 3rd, 2006

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Grampa: [Squints and turns head, straitening frame on wall]
Gramma: The house must be crooked.

Krystal: [spits out water and proceeds to steal from world wide database]

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Nickel Creek.

My birthday.

I'm blowin this popsicle stand.

July 2nd, 2006

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I'm bleary eyed and jet lagged, and endorphin count is high.

Without dispute, Camp kicked so.much.ass.

So you wanna ride the Death-o-vator?.

The Besties.
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Molly Took 1st
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June 19th, 2006

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The small text on OSAS* apps should include a briefing of all you'll be subjected to, but are not limited to experiencing:

- Moisture (the foreign substance often clinging to objects after rain)
-Dreadlocked Pipers
-The Cult
-6 hr. a day sessions, with intervals of coffee and Irish slander
-Dorm "food"
-Drunken Scotts (though the adj. is understood)
-And abundant amounts of kilt wearing gents

All encased in 6 day time frame. I'm locked and loaded, ready to jet. =D

*Ohio Scottish Arts School/Oberlin College

June 16th, 2006

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My dad agreed to me going to Chandler's yesterday. [insert apocalypse here] I got behind the scenes and asked Gramma why he agreed to it so quickly- my mind open to something like a bomb threat, shock collar, any discerning reason why he'd unhooked my leash - when really it was just a revalation of his that "Damn... maybe ALL of her guy friends aren't sexual predators. Grunt. "
So Dad's Progress-o-meter just got some fuel.

At Charles' place we proceeded to play pool- end result: my concept of karma more defined. After my definate suckage, we played some N-64, C. schooled me in Zelda lore, and we ate dinner and strahwberray piee. They're way too good to me. :]

Relative to this, I find myself increasingly smitten with good people. With all things bright and beautiful, in the words of Jer. You leave your sad-sung self-dealt downfall at our feet, and we'll blithly sew you back up. Just don't expect your re-piecing to be devoid of pricks. There will be bloodshed in the process.

Buoyancy. Pfft. I'm sinking.

June 14th, 2006

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I don't claim Ansel Adams here, but Check it.

This Unfortunate City

Translucent: Transmitting light but causing sufficient diffusion to prevent perception of distinct images.

Living in Vegas is like attaching a camera to a frisbee, thrown from a space shuttle, and letting Newton's 1st run it's course. And you're the eye of the lense.

It's so silent.
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