September 2011
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I feel kind of shaky.
I need a job here.
I will never be my mother’s daughter.
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Last night I had a dream about someone. I actually woke up to myself reaching to hold his hand. Hahaha. How poetic.
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“I drew a picture of you the other day.”
“Oh really? Did it look like me?”
“Kinda, yeah, I made your hair go over your shoulder.”
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Paul Baribeau at the Bunker was so great. What a nice surprise.
This was my first time going out this week since I have moved to Bellingham.
As can be expected, I was greeted by a houseful of loving people and smiling faces, a delicious curry dish and some really satisfying music.
I left the show to an insane Bellingham sunset and now I’m home and warm and relaxed.
Life.
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“For example, when surveyed by questionnaires, only 15 percent of households reported consuming beer, and no household reported consuming more than eight cans a week. Analysis of garbage from the same area showed that some beer was consumed in over 80 percent of the households, and 50 percent of households discarded more than eight cans per week.”
Why are people so weird.
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I couldn’t be happier here.
But, I’m still wondering if I’m going to hear from you.
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Saw more attractive males today than I have ever seen in a single day, hands down.
My room is coming along beautifully. My roommate is wonderful. I am comfy, safe, sound, and I finally feel at home.
Maybe I deserve this!
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“Live to the point of tears.”
– Albert Camus
So much packing to do. I do one thing and sit down and look around overwhelmed. Ready to be done with tomorrow. Going to see Hunter play in an hour and to see my beautiful Britney & Lindzey. Ayeayeyaeyayeyaye.
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