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How many people can you fit into one person? No, this is not a theological debate on the trinity.

Who I am today is not necessarily who I will be tomorrow. You really ought to just get used to that. Granted, the intrinsic basics of my character and personality may not change quite that swiftly, but know this: if anyone has met me in […]

A prayer.

Jesus, I broke. Fix? -Me

I’m coming to get you. Sincerely, SAD

I don’t entirely know what’s wrong with me. Lately, I’m either sad or glad, and for a while the sad has been coming around a bit too much, as a clingy boyfriend slowly destroying his relationship might.

I am a generally happy person, or so I supposed. I could blame SAD, but it’s hardly even fall now.

The past day or so has actually been better, so perhaps I ought to simply give it a few more days. I would love to blog more, and a better state of mind ought to be much more conducive to what I hoped for this blog to be.

Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps.

Insanity.

My sister is getting married today. Excuse me? She’s not old enough to get married! Or perhaps I’m just not old enough to have a sibling getting married. I’m only seven years old, and she’s only eleven. At this age, it thrills me that our […]

My first serious post. Shocker.

What I tell myself is that I am content being single. And oddly enough, this is true. Am I content to not have a significant other? Not precisely. I am simply content with singularity. Please don’t attempt to convince me there’s an inherent contradiction in […]

I let my roommate choose my topics tonight.

Drugs are bad, kids.

Or are they really? I mean, come on, I have a shoebox full of drugs on the shelf above me now. I carry a small candy tin of drugs on bad days. My roommate has drugs that keep her focused. And I lost my ibuprofen purity at a young age.

Wait, what do you mean those don’t count? Just because the government says they’re ok… they’re ok? That strikes me as insanely illogical, but don’t ask me to explain why.

Well fine. If you want to keep this conversation entirely legal, maybe I shouldn’t mention getting high off nail polish fumes. High as a . . . skyscraper.  I mean, high like a skyscraper. All I did was visit a skyscraper! Really? Wait.

I still haven’t made it to any of the skyscrapers here since I moved here for school. Now that’s just sad.

 

 

 

 

 

I bought Ramen.

I thought you should know.

 

Sleep deprivation is  a funny thing in my life. It either renders me lethargic and unpardonably antisocial, or hyperactive, talkative, and ridiculously haphazard.

Guess where I’m at tonight?

“This must be what going mad feels like.”

Time for dinner, kids. And remember, don’t do illegal drugs, just cocktail the legal ones.

You beckon, and you call; I’ll just ignore you.

I don’t like being at your beck and call. Yes, you. And by you, I mean everyone. Everyone, and everyone’s mother. Yes Eve, I’m talking about you. I’m becoming more and more like my father, who says that if you call him and he doesn’t […]

Sometimes ridiculous things do happen.

Write a second blog within 24 hours of my first? That’s been unheard of since… since… since I used to actually keep a regularly updated blog. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. So ridiculous, I’m considering calling it a night and quitting now. But I’m not a quitter! A serial […]

Dear Diary,

Have I told you yet about this boy? He’s…

Oh, wait.

Wrong blog.

I have several blogs out there, blowing around the blogosphere. There’s my Xanga, a world its own, the link to which I give out sparingly. It’s not private, but I keep it semi-private for my sanity. No, Spencer Smith, I don’t want to give a link to it to the Alumni department. Thank you, very much.

Then there’s a super secret private personal one on Blogspot. It’s super secret, so there’s no sense in discussing it.

But a blog to share with the general public? Confounding thought. Can I even do that? Is that even possible?

Perhaps. So here’s to trying everything at least once.

“Dear diary: Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy… Today we were kidnapped
by hill folk, never to be seen again. It was the best day ever.”

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