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[Jan. 17th, 2009|04:49 pm] |
"It is the oldest ironies that are still the most satisfying: man, when preparing for bloody war, will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace. This dichotomy is not an invention of the twentieth century, yet it is in this century that the most striking examples of the phenomena have appeared. Never before has man pursued global harmony more vocally while amassing stockpiles of weapons so devastating in their effect. The second world war - we were told - was The War To End Wars. The development of the atomic bomb is the Weapon To End Wars.
And yet wars continue. Currently, no nation on this planet is not involved in some form of armed struggle, if not against its neighbors then against internal forces. Furthermore, as ever-escalating amounts of money are poured into the pursuit of the specific weapon or conflict that will bring everlasting peace, the drain of our economies creates a rundown urban landscape where crime flourishes and people are concerned less with national security than with the simple personal security needed to stop at the store late at night for a quart of milk without being mugged. The places we struggled so viciously to keep safe are becoming increasingly dangerous." - Dr. Manhattan. (How funny that a piece of fiction from over 20 years ago rings so true today more so than it did when it was written.)
"It's October, 1985. Deciding to create something, I turn away from the stars that may have burned out aeons ago. I no longer wish to look at them. I no longer wish to look at dead things."
Just some of the things I want to remember whilst reading the Watchmen. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2008|03:46 am] |
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Hai, livegournals. I almost kinda miss you. |
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[Oct. 24th, 2007|03:51 am] |
Maybe I'll use this thing to financially advise myself in the public eye.
Day 1: I spent too much money today on things that smell good. A bad start that smells so fresh. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2007|12:04 pm] |
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I wish I still spoke to him because I need query him with: "What the fuck are you thinking?" as he used to ask me atleast once every hour, "Darling, what are you thinking about right now?" He needs an angel in his life. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2007|02:30 am] |
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I will sleep in mommy's bed tonight. |
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| A personal entry. |
[Jun. 28th, 2007|01:58 am] |
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| | blank | ] | Trying to figure things out, while having been awake for the last 30 hours;
I miss having a life. Everything I've experienced the last 3 months seems so out of the ordinary and out of place. It's no issue of identity... after so long, I know who I am and who I want to be and where I want to be and what I want to be doing, but I've not been in my right mind or place. What to do... what to do... on one thought, it may have something to do with relationships: to almost everyone I've met in all my life (and if you think about it, it's really pathetic...), I've fallen off of the face of the planet. Sometimes I find myself wondering, do they wonder about me the way I wonder about them? I wish it were half as easy to pick up a phone and dial a number to say "Hi, want to do something, I miss you, I want to know you better."? I need to meet people like Kristin Troie and Lisa Gagne, the only 2 people I can truly say are my closest companions. I have no qualms with having only 2 really truly close and dependable friends, but when they live a state away for most of the last 2-3 years and they lead other lives that differ from the ones here at home (where I still find myself), I feel disconnected. I can't be myself around others the way I can around them. Even if I go literally MONTHS without talking to either of them, it's always the same as it was when we last spoke and no anxieties about the situation.
In order to get out of this "funk", I need to learn to embrace the company of myself and the occasional friends that I can't expect to know me inside-out the way Lisa and Kristin do.
To make the seas feel calmer than they are, Lisa and I are going to see Michael Showalter tonight, even if it means furthering myself in debt. Oh well...
How about a new sleep schedule, pls. |
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[Jun. 9th, 2007|02:14 pm] |
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FUCCCKKKK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCCCCKK. |
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| A thought. |
[May. 22nd, 2007|11:41 am] |
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| | Burning Star Core - Benjamin | ] | Hello, livejournal.
The last 5 minutes: listening to Burning Star Core then going outside for a cigarette just to hear a continuation of this noise in the lawnmower mowing the lawn of the condominiums over the fence. I don't know how I feel about that. Whatever, then it made me think how much this world has a lot of offer. I've finally learned to flush my butts in the toilet rather than throwing them in the trash. I can't wait for servers to be back up so I can play Warcraft. I'm a waste of life at the moment. |
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| "I feel like I'm being punished..." |
[Apr. 17th, 2007|03:23 am] |
Hello? (hello... hello... hello...)
This feeling could be equivalent to being locked into an isolation chamber on Alcatraz island circa 1946. It's echoey. The only thing that speaks to me are my desperate pleas bouncing off the layer of concrete and the thick steel door that hides me from the sunlight and all human interactions. For once, I wouldn't mind having a rat for a friend.
I blame it on the levonorgestrel. |
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| MOTHERRRFUCKKKEERRRR. |
[Dec. 14th, 2006|05:46 pm] |
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Why does it sound so clique to say "I'm depressed"?... I don't... it just does. Because people who typically are depressed don't admit it like I am about it. I don't give a shit. I'm depressed. Make what you want to of it, but that is my mental state at this present moment. Just don't confront me about it face to face trying to make me feel better if you read this, 'cause it won't help, I'll just cry cry cry. Kinda like how if someone asks you "what's wrong?" and there's so much wrong, you don't know where to begin, so you just cry. Cry, cry. I just need some time... time... love... and tenderness. (Like how I still manage to have a sense of humor?) And to get out of dodge, asap.
My life is great. Failing school, a mom who may be our devil in disguise, a broken foot, a bunch of self-image issues and lonely lonely lonely, being bloated, feeling like I no longer have the capability to connect with people either 'cause I don't know how to, or just don't care to... lots of growing social anxiety on and off.
Fuck, I'm stopping. |
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| Completion 2007! |
[Nov. 13th, 2006|11:31 am] |
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| | cynical | ] | I'm glad to see you're all doing better off without me. And I'm trying not to let it bother me. I am making new friends. Guitar Hero gives me popularity, apparently, for I was beckoned outside of my household at 12:30 AM last night to go to Todd's to play it. Whoddathunkit. And all I do it play World of Warcraft. Hhahhhhhhhhhh. Oh, and I had to call 911 for the first time ever Saturday morning. Seeing parents on the verge of deathly illness is scary.
Going out for amazing breakfast #2 of the week in a few.
Life needs to start changing, fast. |
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| not gonna make much sense. |
[Nov. 6th, 2006|07:12 am] |
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| | anxious | ] | i can't believe what happened friday night. and i can't tell anyone about it. i think it's shaped me in an odd and not so enlightening way. it's easier to accept that i'm better off alone now, but the depression and anxiety needs to be taken care of, asap. school. about school, i don't know what i'm gonna do... my plan is drop that class i meant to drop, and p/f my rlc and never go again. today is the last day to do it... next semester? i don't fuckin' know... should i even bother anymore?
what the fuck is wrong with me.
i just wanna die in my bed right now. |
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| I'm losing my technique at hiding what I hid best. |
[Oct. 27th, 2006|08:15 am] |
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| | depressed | ] | I'm just an all around unsatisfied, angry person at the momenttt. Don't touch me, my skin's probably scorching hot... burn you... sssssss!!!!!!!!! That's how much I probably don't like you, you make my skin turn to fire, sss. HAHA.
Never thought I'd ever say this, but I think at the moment, Craig (Pornie) is my bestest friend (after midnight).
I didn't sleep again... |
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| omfg, i'm actually writing something in here. |
[Oct. 11th, 2006|05:41 am] |
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| | kill me. | ] | Anxiety is getting the best of me right now. I'm ready to call quits on school all together. If I hadn't put so much money and time and effort into my educational career at University of Hartford, I'd be gone in a heartbeat. I'd get two jobs, save up, and go to a better school in a better place with a fresher, more relaxed mindset, doing what I actually want to do.
I've done everything wrong, and I can't help but look back and slam my head into objects and surfaces and curse at myself for being so dumb, rather than looking forward and working with what I have. I realize this, and I choose to not take part of the latter. I want to put the pieces back together before I move on. I leave nothing half-done, even if that means to fall behind.
What's wrong with me? Do I need to see a shrink? Maaybeeh. I think so.
I am afraid of my professors and ultimately humiliated. |
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| My cat just peed on my bed, right in front of me. |
[Aug. 4th, 2006|05:42 am] |
Don't know if I'll ever use this again! I could never update this thing from my phone, but I'm giving it my last attempt. I still don't have internet. I have a working computer now (a shiny new iMac), but not internebs. Oh well.
Test, 1 2 3, testing, buttsex, 1 2 3, check, check. |
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| General annoucement, denouncement. |
[Apr. 14th, 2006|06:33 am] |
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Because no one knows I use livejournal anymore anyways...
YO, GUYS, general announcement that I'm really sorriez that I love to have this "stoner type" kind of conversation lately. I just really want to know what's beyond the universe, because there's no way in hell that it's infinite. There's gotta be something past that. Philosophical wonderings are a constant lately. Atleast something is. I NEED SLEEP. I NEVER SLEEP. I just continue to organize the mess of stuff on my computer.
James made me dinner tonight. It was good. Okay -- BEYOND GOOD! Peppers, onions, garlic, olives, chicken, noodles. It's his "speciality". Then I trimmed his hairs and shaved his neck. REMINDS me of this time I woke up to find a note on the bathroom door of my mother's house saying "SHAVE YOUR NEK." (As in neck... my mother is not from this country.) Nice clean neck. No hairys. And he also says that we will have a wonderful night together tomorrow night (today night). I made him promise me, but I expect it either way. He's very special to me. <3
I love it when I skip classes and fret about it after the matter, and then it turns out it's okay, 'cause it was cancelled either way.
I'm probably typing really loud and waking Liz & Mike up. Whoops.
I'm going to read the dictionary. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2006|04:54 am] |
I'm better.
5:00 AM... doing homework. |
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| let's revisit spring 2005, shall we? |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|05:24 am] |
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I always find a good time to get depressed.. and that's when I'm alone and it's too late/early to call someone up to talk to them. But aie, I've put myself in a vicious cycle of failing quite similar to the one I put myself into last Spring term. I've become too embarrased to go to class because I've missed out on so much homework. And I've missed so many classes to try and make up all the missed homework. And when I decide I'm gonna not sleep all night to try and finish my homework, I get too distracted and depressed to do it, and so the cycle goes on.
I'm really not too sure of anything anymore, be it school, people, careers, lifestyles. I know that I hate my situation in school, but I'm still there, but hesitating about every little thing I need to do. I hate that I'm unemployed, but I can't do anything about it until I figure out my situation with school. I hate my body, I need to lose weight, I'm ashamed to look in the mirror half the time and I get constant reminders about how I need to lose weight from my mother who now has quite the nice body because she runs 30-40 minutes a day, every day of the week. If someone asked me what and where home is too me, I wouldn't know what to tell them. I don't feel like I belong anywhere. I would lean towards the dorm, nut getting lost in the moment like I always do on campus has brought me here, somewhere in this vicious cycle.
The only thing I'm really quite sure of right now is that I'm very much so in love with James. More so than the day before and the day before that.
BLAH.BLAH. BL:AH.
ANXIIEeTTYYYYYY. ANNNNNNXIIIETTTYYYYY. |
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