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[October 25th, 2009 / 8:05am] |
totally just had my first blackout drunk.
don't know whether to be super pumped about it, or just concerned with why my toe is bleeding.
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| sor juana |
[September 27th, 2009 / 6:43pm] |
Hombres necios que acusáis
a la mujer sin razón,
sin ver que sois la ocasión
de lo mismo que culpáis.
Si con ansia sin igual
solicitáis su desdén,
¿por qué queréis que obren bien
si las incitáis al mal?
Combatís su resistencia
y luego, con gravedad,
decís que fue liviandad
lo que hizo la diligencia.
Parecer quiere el denuedo
de vuestro parecer loco,
al niño que pone el coco
y luego le tiene miedo.
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[September 13th, 2009 / 3:07pm] |
After a series of unanswered, drunken calls (and the subsequent awful messages), i have come to the conclusion that I am the world's most pathetic little child. HOLLER.
I am just generally confused about my life, and frustrated with myself. And binge drinking is probably not the best way to remedy the situation. Knowing that doesn't stop me, but at least I'm aware!
Whatever. My life's not awful or anything, I probably just need some prozac shit. Goddamnit. Other words...
Oh, and another reason why i SHOULD stop drinking so much:
so driving home from one dollar shots night, I offered to "put my pocket knife in" the cabby for making really inappropriate comments about "young black men."
But, reason why i probably WONT stop drinking so much:
one dollar shots.
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[September 4th, 2009 / 6:20pm] |
i just had chicken combs injected into my knees. well, at least shit derived from chicken combs.
i swear i can feel it sloshing around under my skin. no me gusta.
it was the first time aside from a couple of pap smears that I've had to go to the doctor alone. surrounded by residents watching me squirm and get injected with chicken combs, residents who laughed when i cursed.
i don't enjoy going to the doctor alone. i don't enjoy going to the doctor. but tough shit.
supposedly, this chicken gel could lube up my knees for as long as six months. sure, it's a coin toss, but it's kind of neat.
oh, also, i may or may not have swine flu. HOLLER.
edit: im dying. this is it. oh, so dead.
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[July 18th, 2009 / 11:45pm] |
I've never really had a consistent "dream" in life, or any goals/plans beyond getting to and finishing college. i knew what i wanted to study, and i knew where i didn't want to end up. now, as i'm creeping up on my 21st birthday and my final year of undergraduate studies, i figure it's probably time to think some shit over.
i still can't answer that age old "when i grow up" question, but so far this is what i've got:
-i want to go to law school so that i have the tools and cred to defend people's rights. i believe in every person's right to exist on a level playing field, and that will never waiver.
-i want a family that won't disintegrate. i want to get married. i want to have a child. i want that child to have a chance.
-i want to own a house with a pool. then, when the air conditioner breaks the fuck down in the height of summer heat, i can escape.
-i want to write a book. just one. don't care what on. i want to say i wrote a book.
-i do not want to be an addict. to be abused. to be stuck in any situation without a reasonable amount of control. to ever feel like i missed an opportunity.
i may not have the most direction, but if i can get through life and feel like i did something important, then i will be content. yeah, i have the desire to be extraodinary, to be the next gloria steinem or what-fucking-ever, but it won't be the end of the world if i'm behind the scenes and kickin' ass.
OR i can just stay in college forever and live in the flats and have a meal plan. that'd be great, too.
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