January 2012
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My mom just accidentally bought the new Nicolas...
Happy New Year to me. I know what I’m doing tonight.
Rocking the classic "Neon-Biddy" look tonight at...
This should be good.
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Someone show me a way to get out of here, because...
I’d move heaven and hell to get out of here.
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The song "Hungry Eyes" by Eric Carmen actually...
Take this new information and run with it.
I have never wanted so badly to just sleep in the...
Which is why I hate being home, because this is simply not an option.
I just want to fall asleep with someone’s breath on my neck, his body against mine, holding onto me until I fall asleep.
Good fucking God, I’m really fucking lame.
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I don't know if I can't sleep, or if I'm just not...
Either way, it’s five in the morning, and if I don’t sleep, I can’t get up and do exciting things tomorrow, such as:
clean the sinkhole of clothes, empty shoe boxes, and tchotchkies that I live in
run, and get my general fitness on so I can pretend that I’m actually healthy
eat cookies for breakfast… again
sing Mumford & Sons as loud and long as possible while...
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A DILF called me "Darling" today.
Sir, not even your American flag sweater can distract from the fact that you are ripped like a Daniel Craig/Hugh Jackman crossbreed. Daaaaaayum.
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Progressively beginning to operate like a human...
My roommate called to see how I was doing. I told her “Fine,” and she asked, “Terrible?” But, I guess the word could just be “Better.” It will always be terrible. There’s a part of me that will continue to feel terrible, that will forever hate what happened, that will always think of Martin. But, I am better. I mean, I’m not sleeping for eighteen...
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“We deal with our shit by talking about other stuff.”
– Sid, The Descendants
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And from up here, I know it's not our last...
I can’t tell you why it took four years and your death for me to make it up there. But, I made it; and tonight, for you, I hopped that fence, and climbed on top of that old abandoned train car, finishing what I couldn’t do that afternoon when you invited me over after school.
I remember your face when I wouldn’t climb over the fence. I couldn’t blame you, but could you...
You stole my notebook while I wasn't looking and...
A year later, I got so angry because you started dating that girl, and I think I threw the picture away out of spite.
All I want right now is that picture. I’m hoping that it’s not gone like you.
Putting the mix CD you gave me on repeat for a while. A long, long while.
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Martin.
Most girls have had “that one boy” in their lives. You know, like that one boy who you’d never forget. That one boy who, no matter what people told you, you’d always love. You’d always have this perfect image of him that would remain the same, even as you both grew older and changed. You both would be completely different people, and he’d still have a spot in...
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First semester of sophomore year: OBLITERATED.
I punched that French final right in the family.
I am officially doneskies, and will be back in Maine in less than 24 hours. Word.
Oh, and did I mention all I have left to do is pack, and wait in line outside the Whit for 7 hours to get David Guetta tickets? Yeah, there’s that too. And I already bought my handwarmers for the occasion
Done with Brit-lit FOREVER!
There is no greater feeling. Cord J. Whitaker and Geoffrey Chaucer can suck my metaphorical dick. BOOM.
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I am an emotional masochist.
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I might be having one of those moments where you...
I wish everything was just ‘whatever’ but it’s really just not.
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Jack gave me a new nickname today.
“Struggles.”
I definitely don’t hate it as much as I probably should.
It makes me sound like a puppy. But, like, a pathetic puppy. In an adorable way.
I could be adorable.
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Nut up or shut up.
Watching Zombieland.
When Woody Harrelson’s around, everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.
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Eye-contact could be nice, too.
So, like, if you’re going to walk by my open door and say something that is specifically directed at me, you should probably either:
stop walking and actually speak directly to me
walk slow enough so I have enough time to turn around and see who you are
For real. I’m sitting right here. Just pause long enough for me to be able to know if you’re a stranger or not. I want to see...