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i just spent the weekend back home, to try and stop my binge drinking and to get a haircut (which is my overused but still effective way of getting over guys (the more devestating the breakup, the more drastic the hair change. this time i went for three inches off and choppy layers. that says something about him))
and i was thinking, as i bullied her into taking silly photographs, that i really love my mom
and i'm really glad that i was never the 'typical teenager' who pushed her mother away and was mean to her and used her for money and all that. because there were some times in undergrad and still that i really needed her to be there, just be there as my mother. we lead really different lives, so a lot of my specific experiences she can't relate to, but as a general rule, she's one of the greatest friends i've ever known.
and she's got a darn cute smile, too
and i was thinking, as i bullied her into taking silly photographs, that i really love my mom
and i'm really glad that i was never the 'typical teenager' who pushed her mother away and was mean to her and used her for money and all that. because there were some times in undergrad and still that i really needed her to be there, just be there as my mother. we lead really different lives, so a lot of my specific experiences she can't relate to, but as a general rule, she's one of the greatest friends i've ever known.
and she's got a darn cute smile, too
I hate homeless people.
well not really, but i hate the last one to sit in this chair at our campus coffee shop.
So i'm sitting politely and quietly at this table, trying to write my column for the newspaper tomorrow, and something smells like sweat. old sweat, like i-worked-out-in-this-shirt-8-hours-ago-and-didnt-change-and-kept-sweating.
and therefore i spent nearly 40 minutes trying to covertly sniff all my clothing. i was sure it wasnt me, and it wasnt.
eventually i discovered that it was the chair.
thanks a lot homeless people, for making me look like a retarded half-human half-dog with dementia in public.
this is what i felt like. maybe a little more confused.
actually i took this with my photobooth app. thats what i really look like.
well not really, but i hate the last one to sit in this chair at our campus coffee shop.
So i'm sitting politely and quietly at this table, trying to write my column for the newspaper tomorrow, and something smells like sweat. old sweat, like i-worked-out-in-this-shirt-8-hours-ago-and-didnt-change-and-kept-sweating.
and therefore i spent nearly 40 minutes trying to covertly sniff all my clothing. i was sure it wasnt me, and it wasnt.
eventually i discovered that it was the chair.
thanks a lot homeless people, for making me look like a retarded half-human half-dog with dementia in public.
this is what i felt like. maybe a little more confused.
actually i took this with my photobooth app. thats what i really look like.
recent epiphany: indie kids are really sneaky, fashion wise.
they never wear those noisy athletic pants or north face vests, and they dont wear pants with chains and dangly things like goth kids often do
ergo
you dont hear an indie kid in a peacoat and ballet flats sneaking up on you
one of my best friends surprised me at school and tackled me. i was thrilled, and would not have been surprised if she had been dressed differently. just a thought
they never wear those noisy athletic pants or north face vests, and they dont wear pants with chains and dangly things like goth kids often do
ergo
you dont hear an indie kid in a peacoat and ballet flats sneaking up on you
one of my best friends surprised me at school and tackled me. i was thrilled, and would not have been surprised if she had been dressed differently. just a thought
I've been dreaming of a SG membership since i was 15...and I finally got one! Maybe someday soon I'll apply to become one!
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