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hmm. shirking from essay duties. this one doesn't have a fandom, thank god.
i just realized i can type with one hand. for some reason that never hit me before. woah. i just got hit. i've bet i've done it before though, but i just haven't paid attention. it kind of hurts a little. like i'm twisting my wrist the wrong way? for some reason i just blanked. can you sprain your wrist? oh wait, yeah you can.
earlier i finally realized i have a type. i didn't even think i had a type. i like people that are androngenous-- it throws me for a loop. what a strange thing to be attracted to right? most people are like "i want tall/dark/handsome/funny/sweet *giggle* and big hands if you know what i mean, yeah baby!" but that's not bad either i guess. except for the tall part. i can't imagine myself standing next to a tall person and being like "hi meet my tall significant other." i'd feel like a fucking gnome.
but anyway, i saw this girl on the street who was like that, and i was just happy. it's nice to know people like that exist at least. people who mess with gender perception. although pretty people are nice too. stick to what you're comfortable with, right? but now all guys do that, and that's not interesting. the Emo Movement will never be appealing. i hope our kids won't look back and think that emo was cool just cause it's older. like all those people now who like these bands that were mainstream back in the day, and now think that they're what all the indie kids were listening to back then. it just doesn't make sense.
now i'm off subject. what was i talking about? skinny jeans? well those are nice sometimes. but i hate it when people try to pass off leggings as skinny jeans. one is like LYCRA or something. doesn't even look close. oh these kids and their new-fangled clothing. :3
these paragraphs are all vaguely the same size.
i
will
break them
up
like so. messing with your
perception like woah. can you handle it?
who am i talking to on this thing? hi lizzie/stanzi/tyler/random people who MIGHT be passing by!! why don't you bastards ever post? you know i'm not on AIM!
(whenever i say AIM i think of target practice. like people want to shoot at me. for some reason it seems like that metaphor [simile?] makes sense. what does that say about our society? ha ha. just kidding. wow that doesn't make any sense.)
i need to draw more, but i've been doing random stuff. i've been talking walks around the lower east side during my free periods in order to avoid everybody. playing on the swings during second period. playing by the remarkable amounts of bakeries and sex shops near my school that surprisingly no one seems to realize exist. tomorrow i have a double period lunch, so i'm going to pet the various pugs in Sugar Sweet Sunshine (the bakery, not the sex shop). and buy a cupcake and be fat. and look at the antiques in the window. and maybe try to find a piano with an octave 1? that would be awesome. and then watch all the kids play at recess while i eat said cupcake and practice arpeggios on the bench. i do it on the desks at school and i think i might be annoying people. oh well. any class with duncan has an insistent drum beat in the background as he hits the table with his foot. i ain't bothering nobody. they can discuss and free write to the beat.
ah the free write. that's kind of what this is, right? we always do prompted free writes though, so.... that's just different isn't it.
if i wasn't doing this, i could've finished my essay by now. should i stop?
i've been drinking tea incessantly. i got a melange today and was really happy UNTIL i found out we had no milk. and that's usually not a problem unless i'm drinking chai. which i was. ella and alex keep drinking all the fucking milk. the tea was still delicious, but.... well. it's not like i had 12 cups today anyway. i did that once while not realizing it and had to pee every five fricking minutes.
two cups of coffee and i screw myself over for the whole day though. i can only really drink one a day. i get twitchy with too much caffiene. i once paced for like two hours and then couldn't fall asleep. i had to go whack off in the bathroom in order to relax (it's kinda awkward to do that when you share a room with two other people. you're just like "fuck, are they asleep? did she just move? will they wake up?" so yeah, matsturbating is generally more rewarding when you know you're not going to get caught. is it easier for guys to not get caught? but then, it's more socially acceptable for boys. kinda expected). it actually worked you know; i fell asleep and got rid of my cold too. it felt like a miracle at the time. but wow, what a miserable night.
OK ESSAY! work tiems, i suppose.
back to my daily dying life.
love to you all.
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