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stomach. ow ow ow. damn.

i hate food, but i really wish i had eaten. like. another meal's worth of it. today.

can't think of lyrics that aren't scarily depressing. so. fuck again.

dreamed my mother im'd me and asked me to be mean to some stupid people for her because she didn't have the guts to. was happy to oblige. i never do seem to yell at stupid people, but boy, would that make my day.

you know when you're so hungry you get nauseated and then you can't eat? --isn't this usually preceded by normal hunger as opposed to coming out of NOWHERE?

fuck.

going to health services.

i know you only hurt yourself out of spite

i love my best friend. or i will as soon as i come back to life, after being killed by the laughter.

masturbation is bad!

ahahahahahahaha.

snort. snerk. giggle.

hahahahahhaha.

die, kittens! o_O

[edit: showed to roomie #2. her reaction? "why does it say that? that's not true! that's horrible!"]

i never said i was perfect.

what is that SMELL?

[edit: oh--putrescent cocoa. dishes are sounding better all the time. where's the soap?]

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classes. suck.

also, my computer appears to, although am fairly certain that it should not.

homework! gah.

touch me, it's so easy to leave me...

there is WAY too much pretentious literature out there. i have decided this. i do not want to do any more literary criticism, ever.

damn. forgot to take my medicine.

on the + side, cuteftp and rightthisway have kissed and made up. therefore, i have added new slash (and an eensy bit of het) recs. very oishii, for the most part.

gah. forgot how to say "20 yrs old" in japanese. hatachi. gah.

linguiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiics. whee. fun!

okay. romance languages... cool. east asian languages... pretty. german? sounds, when spoken, like someone coughing a lot. other germanic languages? confusing as hell. it sounds like english being spoken, like, 2 feet outside the range of hearing. but cool. i suppose.

i still prefer the little college that offers no classes to the big-ass university where you could take all these, but would have to walk 15 minutes to do it. fyi.

how much do YOU cost?

remember the ground is covered with communist slogans, like "patriotism kills," "workers of the world-unite," "nationalism=racism," etc etc.

today walked right over "how much do you cost?"

well. huh. i mean, first i laughed. because. hehe. but then i realized it's kind of an interesting question. i mean, when you're metaphorically buying a person, exactly what does this entail? does it mean that they become like a 14 yr old nsync fan, and write your name on their faces and stomachs and all their clothes? and talk of nothing else?

or is it sufficient to be completely and obsessively devoted? and for how long does it have to last?

because really. i can see a situation where my price would be, like, a handful of ibuprofen. or--a bit higher--a really good story. if you ignore the more accurate metaphysical-type answers involving childhood and nature/nurture and. and stuff. right.

no longer hugless

seg7474: you didn't run up to him and tell him that you know someone in kansas that looks just like him?
cimorene111: hahaha, no, or hug him either
seg7474: hahahah
cimorene111: yeah :-( no hugs!
seg7474: oh well
seg7474: here:
cimorene111: <--hugless! sad! hasn't done her homework yet! :-)
seg7474: (gives cim a hug)
cimorene111: ooooooh! how did you know that was just what i wanted?
seg7474: :-) lucky guess

i leave again 'cause i've been waiting in vain and you're so in love with yourself

write. study greek. go to bed.

write. study greek. go to bed.

*whine*

déjame quererte tanto que te seques con mi llanto

so, i have a greek quiz tomorrow, and made a C on the last one. what do i do from 7 pm till 10 pm?

*scoffs at such a silly question*

i make a new layout for my nslash website, using shakira and tori lyrics, of course.

edit. what. is with. the font.

am going to fail greek.

gaaaaaaaah.

watashini [insert more japanese.]

my taste in slash and my feel for writing is undergoing a change, like, 90 degrees. uhm. can feel it, but cannot tell precisely what's going on. what am i supposed to do--wait to write till it stops? *snort* --damn. WHY? *bangs head on keyboard*

<--naina, i stole that from you!

[edit: random squee: ignore:aubryaubryaubry! whew! felt the need to squee. haven't talked to my aubry for like weeks. aubry! i looooove you! kini irini no hito! hehe. edit again, because, heh, cannot shut up for the life of me: i'm the highlight of her daaaay! wheee! chica-darling, you would be the highlight of mine if you updated your blog. *fierce look* but i love you anyway.]