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I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mater. You'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start croaking out one of these things and everyone will gradually join in -- each in his own key, of course -- until the place is just soggy with nostalgia. Well, a typical such song might be called Bright College Days, and might go like this. Bright college days, O carefree days that fly, To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. Turn on the spigot, pour the beer and swig it, and gaudeamus igit-ur. Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost, We shall claim that we won them some day. To the girls young and sweet, To the spacious back seat of our beat up Chevrolet.
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[12 Feb 2012|07:09am]
I actually hit someone yesterday. I whacked them with my guiding cane. I don't really like being touched in general but that is quite ridiculous... What is wrong with me?

[12 Feb 2012|01:25pm]
Is there something wrong with people's rooms? I've had to stop at least three couples from practically having sex in public.

fucking idiots.

[12 Feb 2012|03:09pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

Okay, so every time someone mentions that they're in a 'relationship', it makes me want to fucking puke.

I don't get it. It's such a gross concept, like, really. I just don't understand why you'd waste your time with someone else if they weren't giving you anything tangible...

Anyways, I don't know about you, but I'm happy to be spending Valentine's day with myself. In fact, I'm taking the whole day to do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want to do it. Because I deserve it, of course.~

♥


seven~ [12 Feb 2012|08:38pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Happy people sicken me.

Happy people in relationships make me want to hurt them.


005; hope in your heart. [12 Feb 2012|09:53pm]
[He woke up bright and early on Saturday -- old habits died hard, and Aidan was an early riser rather than a night owl -- and found the bag slung over his door handle. Confusion first, then. And the assumption that clearly there must've been some mistake, because the only person he ever expected spontaneous gifts from was Maddie, but his birthday wasn't for another day.

The letter clarified that it really was for him, however. A mix CD? Had he suddenly woken up in the 90s? Did 'V-Day present' mean what he suspected it might, or was he simply being paranoid and over-cautious?

Aidan hadn't meant for it to go an entire day before acknowledging the gift -- time flew and there were things to do, a phonecall to field from his fussing and clucking mother back in New York, and then it was his birthday. Until he finally managed to sit down on Sunday evening to respond, and after hesitating over tone, settled for amiable and nonchalant and joking:]

[Aria.]
highly suspecting you're psychic; how did you know about my torrid love affair w/ espresso & the morose mssr. poe?

[The mix, on the other hand, seems to be saying something far more clear, but Musical Interpretation 101 had never been his strong suit. Surely there was a margin of error when it came to these things? But the only person he might have felt comfortable discussing these things with -- well, he didn't feel comfortable discussing these things with her.

And yet. The mix seemed pretty damned clear.]

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