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Monday, December 01, 2003

ok, so it's funny how even though i'm tired, i'm not really that sleepy... and yet, whenever i crack open a textbook, it's always "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"... funny how the world works, isn't it?

intrigued... by various people/things ;)

i found this weekend to be pretty uneventful. though i met duncan (my sole reason for coming home) who was really cool, so that was good. but otherwise, i didn't go out with friends like normal. had to put up the pretense of studying around my parents at home... ;) and even though i didn't go out with the guys, my dad somehow managed to bring up that i feels that i should "enlargen my friends" at church... are you sure my dad likes you, brandon? ;p
the bus ride back from toronto was pretty good. the bus was pretty empty so got an entire row to myself! and watched sweet home alabama. i "studied" too.

eagerly awaiting the new strong bad email! the quote up above was from homestar, btw... (not a quote from eric logan wrt to me... hahaha. ew.)

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different thoughts on my mind. exams. family. friends.

unrest in my heart. do you know the feeling? when your body reacts physically to what you're feeling. it just sits there on your chest, constricting, suffocating. a weight.

i want to believe you, but i just don't trust you. did i ever really completely? not at first, atleast. i used to frustrate you b/c i was always so skeptical, so disbelieving. you said all the right things, but maybe they sounded too good? or maybe it just wasn't what i wanted to hear. or not enough. self-delusions can never be discounted.

and why must i make everything such a big deal? and why do i make everything about me? i'm such a self-centered drama queen. i think i just blew my months' work of restraint that i had worked so hard at... argh!

f*ck. i didn't want to talk with you. ok, i did want to further resolve things (since it's apparent that they actually were'nt before) and plus i'm a girl so i always dredge up and discuss this stuff... but why does every freakin' conversation we have to be so serious? JEEZEBURGER! and holy talk about blindsiding me ness! you and danny both message me at the exact same time while i'm in the middle of elementary school giddiness with grace, catching me totally unawares. i mean, what i do best is speak jibberish, so why must i be forced to talk "grown up" all the time? i swear, give us both a good conversation about absolutely everything (and nothing), and things will be back to normal in no time.

posted @ 1:26:00 a.m.

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