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LiveJournal for Sketchy SaMo Mollie.
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| Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 |
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Packing: the art of shoving everything into whatever items you can carry. Unpacking: taking those shoved items, refolding/rehanging them in places where they actually fit. Unpacking is so much harder than packing. It's less stressful, but more artful. Really. In less than a month I'll have to pack again. 9 weeks after that I'll have to unpack. the week after that I'll have to pack. at the end of that week, I'll have to unpack. This whole living out of a suitcase thing isn't working for me so much.... |
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| Thursday, May 13th, 2004 |
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so close I can taste it. i'm going under running from the thunder of my mind, I surrender and wonder why I'm not good enough and why I always screw things up and why I'm not the special one the perfect daughter, the perfect son I wonder why I live the life I've lived when I was young was I dropped on my head... I wonder why I don't like who I am and why I even give a damn... (how I missed inappropriate...) |
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Reason #21978 why you shouldn't go to college: Packing. I've been working on packing my clothes and all that for days now, and it just seems to keep going and going and going... I fucking ban packing. It's too much work for something that's just gonna last for a couple of days... And over-packing for college will NEVER happen again... There is no reason I should have this many articles of clothing at my disposal. And my foot itches. At this time, in two days, I'll be sitting at home. But first, I have to fucking get all this shit into suitcases... And, I'm gonna be bored in like, five minutes once I'm done and I'll definitely want to hang out and do things but everyone will probably be passed out already. That's the problem with happy hour drinking, you pass out by 1am. Bwuh. I want this to go away. |
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| Tuesday, May 11th, 2004 |
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| I need to stop this nervous habit I have of biting the inside of my lip and mouth... it's starting to hurt a little. | ||||
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The thunder and lightening this evening has been absolutely beautiful. Of course, as soon as I'm sitting in complete boredom and darkness, it disappears... but it was nice while it lasted. As is the story of my life. I'm not sure if I want to stay or go. I don't have an option, really, but I'm very torn on this whole situation. There are people and reasons to want to stay here, and maybe they'll be here for a little while after I go, but nothing will be like this, like it's been the past few days. I want it to be like summer camp, like the first week, except have the knowledge and people I have now. I just want the atmosphere without the stress. Tomorrow should be interesting. My dad will be in town. He's taking me, ali, and philip out to a super late dinner in lil' italy, and then probably yelling at me as much as possible about not being packed yet. Because I'm really not even close. Not even a little close... I'm gonna have problems sleeping without all the pictures on the wall, and probably other reasons, and that's definitely gonna suck. My mind is all over the place right now. And you. I wanted to play that game. But nooooo. Maybe because I would've won? Of course. |
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004 |
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Prose composition is done with. Thank sweet baby jesus. Too bad God's laughed at me today. And then tripped me. And laughed again. If Thursday was done with tomorrow it would be too late. I have no idea what's going on because I'm so out of it. And, for the record, naps in the middle of the afternoon are a horrible idea in every respect... Alls I want to do right now is be sittin' porchside in Pasadena (where it's like, 84 degrees right now... as opposed to here where it's 46), smoking too much and listening to guitar and learning how to play dominos and joking about good times that had come and gone. (Basically, Erik, I miss you!!!) Or taking a drive up PCH blasting U2 on the way up to Goleta (two Rats with one stone) Or sitting on the edge of the continent, chainsmoking and eating Jack in the crack or drinking some Eucalyptus tea and coming to realizations that should never be realized... (ah bean) Life moves way too fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. And why is my keyboard squeaking? |
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| Sunday, May 2nd, 2004 |
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24 hours from now I'll be done with Prose Comp... However, before that time I'm going to need to finish this research paper... 45 hours from now, I'll be done with Inquiries into Teaching and Learning... Before that, I need to finish (start) my portfolio and classroom portrait. 71 hours from now, Social foundations will be over. Except I have to read 3 books before then for the in class essay from hell... And lastly, 95 hours from now, Cultural Foundations will be done with. I just need to fill out the take home part of the final and then write it all in the blue book and write two little essays. 95 hours until I'm done with freshman year. Can I pull this off again? Can I get everything done and have a peaceful summer? One happy thing to look forward to: Over $450 tax refund. I'm way to excited for that. |
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| Friday, April 30th, 2004 |
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The "post your 5th sentence from your 23rd post" thing going around. like berns and ju-rat, I try to steer clear... and I might have miscounted entries... but I found this funny as hell for some reason: "But then I listened to angry woman music and ate a jumbo jack and everything was good." |
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| Thursday, April 29th, 2004 |
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This week has been ridiculous. Venetian teeth and sneaking orange crumbs. One too many cowboy killers. See? We're totally gonna pull an all-nighter... zzzzzz.... you're funny. why? you just are. hey, you're high. want some candy? that's like saying I woke up mexican this morning. to do: 1) go to hookah. 2) find psychic. is this my bed? no, no... i forget what my bed looks like... Going to 9:30 sections only to find out they're a class ahead of your own. Oh I don't even know what's going on. I have a meeting with the Moose in 2 hours and less than half of a completed essay. What am I to do? tomorrow starts the weekend from hell (a continuation of the 2 weeks from hell) So many things due on monday through thursday. wish me luck. Home in 15 days. AKA not soon enough. |
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| Monday, April 26th, 2004 |
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Let's play "how many all nighters can mollie pull in one week". So far, it's at like, 4 in a seven day period. That's definitely not that hot for me. If I did sleep on Wednesday night, which I don't remember doing, that would've been the most recent time I was in my own bed. My bed has been made for quite some time. So, what is going on in my life currently? I'm stressed out. More so than usual. Who's suprised? Definitely not anyone who's seen me or talked to me during any previous within 2 weeks of finals time period. Things I'm excited about: - coming home to sunny santa monica - the new bad religion album coming out somewhat soon - not sharing a room for a good month (i need privacy. a lot.) - not having finals - that grandiose plan that I'm probably not going to follow through with but need to figure out - becoming a born-again virgin. wait, no, I'm not excited about that at all. that's just my prediction of how the summer will end up. Erik should be proud of me. I was smiling at and talking to random strangers. I'm back to acting naive and friendly!! YAY!!! And now back to those important matters, like trying to finish work instead of dying. |
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| Wednesday, April 21st, 2004 |
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Let's play good idea, bad idea. Good idea: find something edible in your dorm room. Bad idea: roast some marshmellows with a pack of matches. The room smells like it's on fire... MUST. STOP. DISTRACTING. MYSELF. |
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unpackalicious.
indescribable.
frustrated.
kind of out of it.
oooh fuck....
retarded..
drained.
fuck NYU. up the ass. unlubed..