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[08 Apr 2012|05:18am] |
And a very happy Easter to one, and all. Try not to gorge yourselves on too much candy. Doubt the janitors want to be cleaning up brown, and pastel colored vomit.
[Filtered against faculty and staff]
For those who got to witness my brother's rather wonderful show yesterday, I apologize. He gets a little crazy without his medication, and I forgot to give it to him. To think, I'm the younger one, yet I have to take care of him. Such is the price of love I suppose.
[Filtered to Legion, viewable to Halphas]
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
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[08 Apr 2012|01:01pm] |
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Back from a quicky... vacation, who's taking up the challenge I offered for a birthday spankings and who's up for helping me get shit faced. We can even hunt rabbits in honor of Easter.
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[08 Apr 2012|01:04pm] |
Okay, so I've got tons of good news this week, so I'm in a pretty awesome mood (all things considering). First, the bad thing that's not totally bad – so my lease ends at a really awkward time, which is the end of this month. Consider this my announcement that I am officially looking for a new place to live. I have two dogs and I have no intentions of giving them up, but I promise they're very sweet, well-behaved goofballs and that I'll be taking care of them 100% on my own. Also, if the rent weren't extraordinarily expensive, that would be an awesome plus as well. As for myself, I am a pretty damn good roommate and I wash my dishes and clean up after myself. I participate in household chores. And I bake! What more could you want?
But anyways, onto the good news! I'll be graduating on time this June and will have completed my master's thesis, "Female adolescents in prostitution: A meta-analysis of literature," which has been my life and soul for the past two years. And I'll get a fancy degree to go along with it! That being said, I won't be able to hang around Montenegro really, considering that my degree will be done, so I started looking for a job. I was hoping to get back to New York or maybe move to a new city, but the women's shelter that I've been doing my clinical work at has officially offered me a job (!!). I'm super-excited to start working there come this summer, and it's really awesome to know that my life is totally coming together.
Seriously, nothing can bring me down right now. Nothing.
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[08 Apr 2012|02:23pm] |
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[The silence in the dorms was usually a comfort to Eve, but today as she walked through the halls she could tell something was off. Pausing outside Jake's door, she debated knocking, instead continuing to the lounge where she typed out two quick messages.]
[Filtered to Cain]
I think there's something wrong with your friend Jake. I'll check on him, but he might not listen to me.
[Filtered to Jake]
Are you alright?
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[08 Apr 2012|04:04pm] |
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For fuck's sake, man. My mother speaks to me for the first time in about a week to tell me you're flipping out or something.
Either tell me what the fuck's going on with you, or I'm breaking down your door, alright?
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[08 Apr 2012|07:21pm] |
So I've been listening to this song a lot lately. I...don't have anything profound to say about it, but it's a feel-good song that's been running my playlist like a boss lately! And it certainly beats the hipster shit I've seemed to have been sucked into.
Today's been kind of shit? I broke three toes, sprained my ankle and dislocated my hip. Also, I apparently lost the nail on my big toe in this chaos--ewwww. I am one class act when pretending to be Sylphide without my pointe shoes. I really would like to Sylphide one day. So I guess no intense dancing for awhile? Well, at least that's what I was told. Bitch who bandaged me up was hella cranky and needed a straight-up hug. Just not from me, obvs. I've also been on sort of a creative slump? Sucks. That's why I was dancing to La Sylphide and not my own imagination.
So what does a battered and bruised dancer do when momentarily out of commission? So far I've just been listening to music that makes me want to dance. This is some sort of torture.
Well. Enjoy the video. Boy moves like an awkward velociraptor-Urkel hybrid, but the song is catchy enough. Besides, those colors make everything better.
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[08 Apr 2012|10:07pm] |
[Private]
אני עוד סיוט. אני לא מבינה מה כל אלה הם כ. היטב. כי היא שקר. אני יודע בדיוק מה הוא כ, או לפחות היכן הם מגיעים, אני רק יכול לא הצלחתי לפענח מה משמעותם או למה אני נתקל אותם. האם הם העמוקות? או רק את הצד הרע של להשפיע על חיי הקודם שלי?
I see many of them are here. It's disheartening. They make my blood boil, but, all the same, I do miss my family. I miss her the most, and my son. I miss my mother too. Is it appropriate to call her my mother? Nec ttexseɣ cem.
[Filter: Ava]
Как Вы предлагаете избавиться от кошмара?
[How would you suggest getting rid of nightmares?]
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Every now and then I get the feeling or, perhaps, the hope that this entire reincarnation business is nothing more than a mere joke.
But then I realize that means I'd have to be in on the joke, and I must admit that I've never been particularly good at keeping up with a charade.
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