here i am listening to The Roots. it's on the ultimate of mix cds someone made for me. i have 10 more songs left and i'm not going to sleep till i'm done. so there. TAKE THAT you hostile bitch.

tonight was strange. i IMed an MOC boy who had graduated from emerson college. heh is further prooved the hipster's laugh online. i'm no hipster. hahahaha. i IMed a girl named Sabrina. i found we have a bit in common. some people are amazing. why can't they live closer? i also went out with my friend, christopher, he's one of the most amazing people i know. there's really no one nicer than he is. i can't believe i have had the pleasure of meeting and being his friend. i'm really glad i got over that first impression. he worries me now though. i hope he will be ok.

i'm wearing the most ridiculous night uniform right now. random pajama pants with a men's button-down shirt. haha. i'm amused. i need a shower really badly. you would think that at a certain age you would stop breaking out but...uh...not in my case. i'm not sure what's happened to me lately but i meet the most amazing boy and suddenly all my fave wants to do is be finicky and show me how much it hates me. i mean, come on...not now. not now please. i'm 21 and i've had enough with it.

i'm a happy go lucky kind of girl. i'm starting to realize i'm not supposed to take life as seriously as i am taking it now. i'm really burned out on being sad, mad, bitter, cynical and all those other lovely adjectives that describe me perfectly. so i'm out of my funk. the music brought me out of the funk. let's get out of the funk. sorry, i have a thing for repetition. i'm not really sure if my entries make sense anymore.

i'm not feeling sad. this may be an improvement. maybe. probably not.

if you saw me now
could we lock eyes and not stop
hold me in your gaze

they just come to me now. i still count on my fingers though. syllable count, yo. 
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