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Saturday, October 4th, 2003
3:25 am - O ba di, O ba da...
Why do I cry everytime I see "A Hard Days Night?" Because I know I'll never get to meet Lennon as he was? Because I just wish I could have been there? Why do I ever cry... Life is more complex than I ever thought, guys screw with your head, and you screw their heads. Je ne sais pas.

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they belong?

Mon Moi.

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Saturday, July 26th, 2003
11:44 pm - "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, didily-do!"
I am quite speechless. I have found my mentor carries a journal, on this vary site. It's quite remarkable actually. I'm speechless, and yes I know, that is remarkable within its self. Well, Sarah Dessen, you've inspired me to become a writer, now just comes the facts of how I shall switch my major from political science, to english. Something I'll contemplate later. As it is, tomorrow is another day!

Read of the week, This Lullaby, by Sarah Dessen.

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Monday, May 5th, 2003
6:56 am - Art
I went to the Guggenheim yesterday. I "was privileged, to see over 6 century's of art." It all goes into my head, and out again. I have such a harsh eye, for not being any prodigy sort myself. I believe it must be from the culture I was raised in. But this is not my story.

The last painting I really looked at was by an artist I did not even know. It was a surrealist/abstract. It was "supposedly" a field with a hair and a surreal critter in it. It was the painting that caught my eye, but what my "Information Guide" had said. Surrealism is painting through the subconscious. And I ask myself, does my subconscious really see that? What about you?

Ice Cream Flavor of the Day: Mint Chocolate Chip

Love Always, Moi

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Friday, May 2nd, 2003
7:46 am - Awe
I do not feel very profound right now. I did label everything within reaching distance of this desk, though.

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Tuesday, April 8th, 2003
8:56 pm - Ice Cream is Necessary
As I awoke from a deep slumber, to the blinding furry of the day, I realized in epiphany the wonders and paradoxes of daily life. A major one rings out in heart wrenching pain as I sit her now typing my not-as-often entry.

In a quest for us all to look beautiful, to mold like bees wax to the conforms of society, we realize the need to be fit and trim, believing it is a necessity of life. As I left the gym this very afternoon, myself also being afflicted by societys confounds, I walked with limp as I realized the pain and weakness from my lower extremities. I moved on with a head, held moderately high (as not to cause more infliction of pain) I though to myself the goodness the former work must had done. Though this seems like a simple thing, it is more abstract to the un-naked eye than you think. I approached the refrigerator upon entry to my house, realizing the gurgling of acid in my stomach most likely was involved to hunger. Still in the murk of weakness and pain, I decided making dinner was no longer a priority, and that a pint of Ben and Jerry's (New York Fudge Ice Cream) would be wonderfully perfect for my predicament. Now, think back on my prior days work, I am in immense pain for what reason? To be pretty... But in my best efforts, I am left... Sick, and out of Ice Cream.

Why Does Necessity become so Necessary?


Reading selection for the time: Things Fall Apart, By Chinua Achebe

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Friday, April 4th, 2003
6:23 pm - L' Estranger (The Stranger) By, Albert Camus
As most of you have probably realized, most of my life revolves around the material I'm reading. And now, I have "dov-en" (Is that a real word?) into the mind of Existentialism, to further understand the Hypocrisy of Society. And Instead, I'm learning more about myself. I am learning emotions, through Mersault's Indifference, and in it's paradox, I'm discovering the most minute, funny, and wonderful things about life.

Great Read, Check it out. I Prefer the Mark Woods Translation, more to the style of Camus himself.

Love Moi

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Sunday, December 1st, 2002
11:07 am - A Modest Proposal
Political Science is like a drug. We have been studying the sway of America the phenomena of imprinting in societies youth. I watched American History X, about 6.2 million times now, and it's not really hitting me. I've picked up almost nothing from this class, but a hatred for the intolerable mind.

I read "A Modest Proposal" (Jonathan Swift, I'll give him his dues) the other night, and to my delight, I found the man of my dreams, he's solved the worlds problems in the most wonderful way, and All I want to do is thank him. If we all couldn't just jump on the band wagon and realize the true issues at hand, we could create a beautiful more perfect world. Free of Blacks, Asians, Hispanics, and all those who are disease ridden and infectious. We must all read the bible go through levticus, and understand that we must burn the beautiful odour of the bull, not where clothes on Sabbath, and get lasik vision correction, so when we approach the alter of God, we can see him in undistorted sight.


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Wednesday, February 20th, 2002
7:19 pm - Admitt It...
You know you sit there infront of the computer looking for something ingenious to say, who wouldn't? Well, I'm to tired to even remember the proper spelling of my own name, So, here it goes.
Once upon a time a little girl dreamed of being in love with an enchanted prince, but her mom always threw those ridiculous ideas out of her head, since the world only knows beautiful people.

The End
Todays Reading Selection: "The Lottery" By Shirley Jackson.

Life doesn't always make sense.

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Sunday, February 3rd, 2002
9:19 pm - Try everything once...
Try everything once...,atleast once. Live your life solely for fulfillment of that moment. bungee jump, sky-dive, and face the unknown, and the unchallenged, take the road less traveled by, talk to flowers, have an imaginary friend, but remember their imaginary, love someone just because they make you happy, and realize nobody is perfect, "Is better to ask for forgiveness, than permission" and believe your mother when she says if you keep making that face it will stay that way...and remember, if their is a god, at one point he was one of us...

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9:16 pm - Damn...
I know it is spelled Catholicism, sorry, I'm brain dead...

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9:04 pm - Je ne sais pas...
Ever get the feeling...this is point blank...the whole world is crashing in on me and theres nothing left to do, except grab the gun and kill all the bastards that dont deserve to live. Well, just wondering. My life is like an elevator, it has a destination, but all these damn people keep wanting to stop me on some ridiculous floor. I've had another understanding: Catholocism relates that (in lehmanns terms) Good go to heaven; Bad go to hell. Where-as hell is the epitome of pain, but when did the bible (or any other biblical refrence) relate souls with a spinal cord. Oh, the wonders of the human mind boggle mine.

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Monday, August 20th, 2001
5:24 pm - Okay...
Maybe, I'm a little late for the sounding Dumb thing...Oh Che sei con me, con me.

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Friday, August 10th, 2001
1:48 pm - What if god was one of us...?
Its true...I've gone insane. I'm not saying its a completly bad thing, but it does cause problems.
It all started early this morning, about 4:30, I was lying in bed, half-asleep half-awake, listening to the fuzz on the radio the pandemonium on the informercial TV and the buzz from my neighbooring lava lamp...Just minding my own business when all of a sudden I saw this flash of light in front of my eyes and I shook and in a matter of moments I was standing straight up beside my bed. I'm having nerve spazims now. Its true, I'm insane. What to do about it is the real question. With all these sleeping problems lately I've decided sleep is bad. I'm going to have to try to avoid it. Anyway...If you have any remedys to "sleep-insanemia" yes, "sleep-insanemia" please contact me! Signing off...

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1:41 pm - Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis
My three pearls of wisdom:
1.Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
2.You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.
3.The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.

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Sunday, August 5th, 2001
3:29 pm
Ok..I admitt it I need spell check...

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Saturday, August 4th, 2001
8:09 pm - Epiphany...
I figured it all out, then lost it.

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Saturday, July 28th, 2001
8:37 pm - Je ne sais pas...
Anyway...I'm not quite sure what to write, since I write in another one too. But since you people must think i'm the devil because i keep my main journal private, I've decided to make a less in detailed one, for my many fans. Well, I'm sick if writing now, So...ta,ta.

current mood: Fat

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8:34 pm - Je ne sais pas...

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