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| So many things have happened in my life since I last allowed the common public (yourselves) look into it. I suppose I could give you detailed day-by-day-by-day accounts of everything that has happened, but, it's not really the individual days that makes life exciting. Plus it'd be boring to read, probably more academical than tabloid scandalous--the measurement of man number 645's penis, the exact amount of alcohol I consumed, the things I said to my hallmates while under the influence of substances I can't even pronounce. And besides, one drunken night is about the same as any other--swerving on the sidewalk, making out with someone who's face I didn't even care to take note of (much less his name), getting emotional and throwing shit. So what have I been up to? I've been up to drugs. Mostly alcohol, since that's the only one people care to donate for free nowadays (the stingy bastards), and because it's actually legal for some people who are still not too old enough to be prudes. But also other drugs, pretty common drugs, but other drugs. Adderall: pilled and bottled if I intend to pass the chemistry midterm or smashed and snorted if I want to be overwhelmed by irreality (or if I have a dollar on me to rail with). Marijuana: in the woods that resemble the the set of The Blair Witch Project if I'm visiting our student body president or on the table of some tiny apartment while jamming to the Beach Boys. I really don't like the Beach Boys, by the way, but illegal substances seem to make them cooler or maybe just tolerable enough so that I don't cut my ears off whenever I'm near them. Bathrooms have become my home away from home away from home. I have intimate relations with the tiles on Jeff's bathroom floor. I fully intend to visit them often and lie ontop of them. I'm closest with the ones right next to the toilet. And I'm asleep like a cat on Kelli's lap when I wake up the next morning. |
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| Drugs are always fun. They do make the Beach Boys more bearable. Accept for "God Only Knows". I like that song sober. |
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| Up to drugs? That does sound marvelous simply because it seems like everyone I know is on some sort of hallucinogen.. I love it. |
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| Wow, you are so the un-epitome of me. I live in my closed, little, far-off world... It's interesting to see how other people live their lives. But since I have no idea what you are talking about, well I do comprehend... I just haven't been there... I'll comment on whatever I can. So, are the Decembrists a band??? Am I out of the loop or what? Was there like a new drummer who ordered the death of thousands of groupies because they wanted the old drummer back or something? It makes me wonder why a musical group would name themselves after an even in history.. I'd understand if they were all Russian history enthusiasts.... |
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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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