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| It occurs to me that I have the sense of humor of a fourty-year-old disillusioned man when I'm the only one who agrees with my professor that a story about a violinist who commits suicide because she is forced to attend her boyfriend's softball games is funny. But then, I consider the alternative--having the sense of humour of a first-year college student, and I am suddenly grateful for my adrogynous anachronasticism. |
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| i must comment on this, even though its not your most recent entery, and you probably wont read it. and for that, shame on you! anyway it reminded me of the other day in journalism class when my teacher read a very short article about a homeless woman who was digging in somebodys trash for clothes, and got picked up by a trash truck thingy, got buried in trash, and died. i thought it was hilarious, and i started laughing then stopped short and said sorry. mighty funny though. |
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| Hello and welcome to La cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point, a place where I store all of my thoughts and experiences. Feel free to look around, but please keep in mind that everything that I write here is about myself and my experiences. Thanks and enjoy. |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old college student who is currently attending the University of Virginia. I enjoy reading, writing, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a successful swindler, a professional liar, and maybe someone you could bring home to meet mom with. More? |
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