magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Friday, February 02, 2007
five seven five.
a fringe! thank goodness--
diana, to be exact.
supercuts indeed.
good german food
made me happy, even though
i ate pork. how strange.
frisbee is tiring--
not for dogs! (make a bitch joke
and die. horribly.)
should be studying.
screw pharmaco! too many
syllables for me.
read all my haiku--
hopefully i'm not
always this whiney!
oh well. it's my blog
and i'll whine if i want to.
(catch the reference?)
it's an old 80's
song, if you must know. it's called
"it's my party."
blogging like this is
immensely more fun. also
stimulates the brain.
i think i should go
pack for diving tomorrow.
boo. hon convinced me.
hmm. i realised
fight club has done this before
(have you read the book?)
the whole haiku thing,
i mean. except i think that
his are nihilist.
mine are just boring.
haha. alright time to go.
i'll blog sometime soon.
+ fictions&fires
9:51 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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