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[27 Feb 2006|04:17pm] |
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Feist- Mushaboom (Postal Service Remix) |
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I don't really know what to say about him except that he is wonderful. Even when I'm being a bitchy little twat in the morning, he still says 'all I want is for you to be happy.' Whaaaaat? Then he goes and runs my errands with me just to cheer me up. How did I get so freaking lucky?
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[11 Feb 2006|02:57am] |
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Panic! At the Disco |
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So, here's the thing. I'm in love. Hardcore. Things went super fast and I really cannot stop thinking about him. Scared, but still really happy with things. And he's SO FREAKING HOT. OHHHH man.
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[21 Jan 2006|03:30am] |
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Hehehehehehe so. I've decided to only update my journal when something funny happens or when I'm in an especially good mood, like tonight....also when I'm drunk like tonight. Anyway.
I am so super into the guy I'm dating here. For those not in the know, his name is Hamish and he is sooooo hot. He's young (18) but you know what, whatevs. Age ain't nothin but a number. He's also a total sweetheart, and yeah. I'm falling pretty hard for him. Mmmmhmmmm.
Tonight I went to Plug and took whiskey to the face. It was certainly a time. I do not like drum and bass music. I do like my friend kieran. he is too much fun. sarah got drunk too and it was lovely. bedtime now, have to write two 7 page papers in two days. GO TEAM!!!!
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| Broken record and the like |
[18 Jan 2006|04:17pm] |
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SO. I say this a lot, but this time I am actually sort of semi-serious about it. For monetary and health-related reasons, I am going to quit smoking after I finish my essays. I have one and a half packs left that have to get me through next monday (which will prove interesting as I am going out tomorrow), and then that is it. My wallet will surely smile. Debating using the patch or gum or something, but I never really get nic fits, so maybe that won't be necessary.
That is all.
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| Fucking EMO |
[03 Jan 2006|01:58am] |
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Project Runway |
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I was doing so well until today, when it came time to say goodbye to Dada. That I was not prepared for in the least. Tomorrow brings another full day of travel, complete with a 7-hour (!!) layover in Boston and no drinks on the first leg of my journey. Not that I write in this regularly at all, but I'll be MIA for about a week, as I will be traipsing around Europe for break. Laters.
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[27 Dec 2005|12:03pm] |
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Jacks Mannequin |
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I remember what I wanted to talk about last night.
Love woes.
I didn't go into the whole England thing thinking I'd meet someone I actually wanted to date, honestly. I didn't even want to be with anybody; I wanted to have a good time, date around, be crazy. When I met Hamish, I thought he was super-cute, but I was interested in other people so I sort of forgot about it. That is, until I saw him for the first time after about a month and we went dancing together. Then he kissed me and it was done; I was smitten as shit and there was no turning back. We went undefined for a while and just hung out which was great, but then he wanted to have a state of the union conversation. I loathe them with every fiber of my being. I told him that we should just go with the flow and take it easy, no labels, and see what happened from there. Cut to our last night together, wherein he introduces me to his friends as his girlfriend, much to my surprise. I wasn't disappointed because hey, he's hot and he's mine, but a little warning would have been nice. Anyway, that night was magical (forrealsies) and I never wanted it to end, so I got on the plane still on cloud 9 (and in his hoodie), planning on spending my break laying low.
Enter Pete.
I didn't realise just how much I missed him until I left the States. And when I came back, for some reason he was one of the first people I wanted to tell. I jokingly told him that he should come down to Baltimore to visit me and he said "yeah, I think I will," completely seriously.
Umm, what?
We did break up when I moved. At least I think we did. I mean, we both saw other people for the entire semester (several actually, in both our cases), but somewhere in my head, I always just assumed that we'd get back together when I came home. I lost that assumption in the months I was gone but they all came rushing back when I talked to him and now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place as far as what's going to happen.
Here's what I know:
- I have something pretty awesome going for me back home...er..in Sheffield.
- What I left was pretty awesome, as well.
- I still hold a candle for Pete. Honestly.
- If Hamish were to come back and tell me that he had a thing with an ex while at home for break, I'd be really hurt.
- I have little to no self control.
Ugh.
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| So. |
[27 Dec 2005|02:43am] |
Home has been pretty nice, except for the fact that I have been ill for the entire time I've been here. Chalk that up to getting on the plane with a fever. Most of the time I sit on my ass and watch television/eat. I sort of wish I was here longer, but you know, things happen.
And I don't want to write anymore. Per usual.
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[22 Dec 2005|08:08pm] |
www.chapelletheory.com
grossly untrue, but still a fascinating read. cheers, anti-social.com.
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| I want a lover I don't have to love... |
[14 Dec 2005|09:53pm] |
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Bright Eyes. |
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Drunk. Hate packing. Will miss Hamish so much in January. Wish (per usual) that I didn't get so attached to someone. This is but a minor precursor to next June.
BUT!
Going to see Ben Folds in Manchester tomorrow. And when all the packing is done, I will be so close to going HOME to see MY AWESOME FRIENDS AND FAMILY. YESSS.
Anyway, back to the nomadic existence that I chose to lead. Suitcases make me cry.
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[26 Nov 2005|06:28pm] |
My life is a study in absurdity and hilarity. Nothing makes sense. Last night I slept on a couch with my friend Matt because my other friend Alex wanted to get a piece and he stole Matt's bed. Why did I not just come home, you ask? Because I promised Alex I wouldn't leave without him. not knowing that he would refuse to leave until 4 AM and then fall into a deep, impenetrable sleep.
Oi.
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[05 Nov 2005|02:40am] |
American Cities That Best Fit You:
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70% New York City |
65% Chicago |
65% Los Angeles |
60% Philadelphia |
55% Boston |
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[19 Oct 2005|08:50am] |
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Red Bull is gross. Fake Red Bull makes me want to puke.
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| Ever-so-slight recap |
[15 Oct 2005|02:54am] |
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errrbody in the club getting tipsy. |
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I'm not entirely sure who reads this anymore, but more for myself than for anyone else, I will recount the last few days. This is partly a memory exercise, to see how much I can actually remember about days past.
I remember working on Monday...right? YES. I worked on Monday night and then went out to Corporation, this bizarre rock/hip-hop/hardcore club that takes me back to fucking high school. Yana and I were supposed to meet some guys there (one of them being the 18 year-old I want to make out with quite badly), but the times were all effed up so that never happened. We danced like crazies though, which was grand. Tuesday I decided to take it easy, so I hung out with Sarah and then went to sleep at some blissfully early hour. Wednesday was a terrible night. Ties have been severed with the asshole I talked about in earlier entries. Meaning, I deleted his number from my cellphone and will hit him if I ever pass him on the street. Whiskey was my boyfriend for the night, and he beat me to a pulp. So much so that I needed taking care of. It was awful.
All of that clearly led to the world's worst hangover on Thursday, which lasted for about 12 hours. Skipped two morning classes and felt like death for the entire day. I still did my radio show because I'm a trooper, and then Yana and I hung out until I went home to go to bed. Hehe, oh yeah, and I drank a half pint of beer, and it was SO CUTE.
Tonight I worked and got drunk off beer. Yana and I were desperate for cigarettes, so we called this illegal latenight delivery service for beer and smokes. Addiction is rough. I'm still sort of wasted. OH, and I got my hair cut and I love love love it.
Okay, my eyes hurt so I'm going to go to bed. Woot, bed.
Miss everyone.
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| I feel like a jerk |
[07 Oct 2005|06:34pm] |
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Sean Paul- We Be Burnin' |
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I am having an increasingly difficult time being happy for my friends when they meet people, because they remind me of how royally I was screwed over by someone I thought I had something with. I'm really fucking lonely.
That being said, England still rules in all other aspects. I do my homework in bars, beer in hand at all times. Love it.
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[07 Oct 2005|11:10am] |
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Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written
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[02 Oct 2005|04:12pm] |
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Man, fuck the Yankees. And the Red Sox. Fuck the lot of 'em. Stupid baseball destroys my will to live, sometimes. I'm really glad I'm not in the States right now for playoff mania and the Series. Maybe football will restore my faith in humanity. At least the Terps beat Virginia yesterday. I wore my Maryland hoodie in honor of Homecoming and no one got it. It was sad.
...But the Os could have been SO GOOD. So good.
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