March 2011
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“I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here. I am the one who...”
– Sartre, Nausea (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
February 2011
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Natalie & Colin for the win!
Natalie….uber preggerz and precious in plum. Colin is so unbelievably articulate and dashing.
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"cocomichelle" is now "coconaut"
because i miss it and John Park likes it and i’ve been watching way too much Ancient Aliens (*nerd-on moment* third season begins airing late spring!!) lately.
edit: i realized i probably still won’t have cable by then. wompz. is there some sort of plan to get only the History channel?!
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Merry Christmas Darling -The Carpenters.
like...
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if i could have anyone's singing voice
it would be:
1) Leslie Feist’s, 2) Karen Carpenter’s, or 3) Stacy DuPree’s.
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idk how to study
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currently
listening to radiohead’s new album while studying for social psych. i’m having a doubly cerebral experience.
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twas an Ancient Aliens kind of morning.
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“It is here that we encounter the central theme of existentialism: to live is to...”
– Viktor Frankl (via human-voices)
oh the APEL days/daze.
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furosha
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the eerie tranquillity of fast-moving clouds, who pass through your patch of sky like a wind-weary drifter stepping into your entryway to warm up for a minute, ruffling the ice from his beard before he nods his gratitude, closes his ragged coat and youthful eyes and turns back into the air.
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OMG
finally found my Titanic VHS two-tape set.
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“funk is you, funk is me,
funk is us, funk is free.”
– digable planets
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this steaming cup of Tazo Refresh Tea is exactly what i needed. leaving my sinuses spearminty fresh.
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my modern teacher invited me to be in a piece she’s auditioning for the spring concert. “it’ll be hard-hitting.” can’t wait for practices to begin. i’m starting to like it here.
now time for 3 hour comm lecture. thank buddha for large caramel sugary-death macchiatos.
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the sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered...
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i always come home from ballet still sweating. then i to head to social psych, which usually isn’t too social for me if i haven’t cooled down yet. ya nasty.
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“[M]an defines himself by his make-believe as well as by his sincere impulses.”
– Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via davidchrist)
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