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Why am I getting my hopes up?
Why did I agree to this?
I'm just going to muck it up, that's all I'm good at.
Bloody hell.
[filtered to melpomene]
Hey. This is awkward.
How are you? I need you. Please.
It's been a while since we spoke... I miss you.
Can we, perhaps, meet up after finals? You're the only one I can talk to, who might understand. It's my father, you see, Arthur...
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[15 May 2012|12:39pm] |
You would not believe the looks you receive on the street with one of these growing from your forehead. I could always sleep in my office, but, ah, I do not want to pass up an opportunity to match my new roommate. It is unfortunate, however, that Laura's sunflower is much nicer than this old hyacinth.
I've forgotten the point to this- aha! Due to emotional stress, all my students who have sprouted greenery will receive an automatic 5% boost to their final essay grade. We will call it a reward for displaying such tremendous growth. No! Scratch that, it is a reward for blossoming under my tutelage.
Good luck to everyone.
[Private]
The fresh-flowering garden was laid waste, the rosy meadows withered...
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[15 May 2012|02:26pm] |
Uh-huh, because this flower bullshit is totally awesome and great and such a gift and exactly what I wanted to deal with while sitting through my finals~. Oh my god, these flowers are so cool and appropriate and reveal so much about my inner self, isn't it fantastic~? They're growing in the middle of my final data collection lab but it's totally okay and not a problem at all~!
Get a fucking grip.
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[15 May 2012|03:48pm] |
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I could talk about how my finals are going, or how the powers that be who decide the random things that happen here seem to have developed a quirky sense of humor when it comes to the flowers I'm afflicted with (my Jack White-loving heart is just a little bit giddy), but I'd much rather discuss how a well-crafted, bouncy, poppy fuck-off song is totally my guilty pleasure at the moment. I've been singing it for the past day and a half, and haven't gotten tired of it yet.
Another song I won't get tired of anytime soon is this amazeballs cover of 'Sexy and I Know It' by Noah Guthrie. It's a bit sad how badly I want to find this kid and give him a giant kiss for making that shitty song awesome. And what a cutie-pie! All the hugs for him.
[filtered to RA's]
I was thinking we should all go out for drinks after finals end, to celebrate. Thoughts?
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[15 May 2012|04:59pm] |
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( Those are my flowers. )
Please. Please. I can't even make it out of my dorm room. I've eaten like, six of them by accident and I just throw them right back up.
They smell so fucking horrid.
Just please. Someone get me. I think I'm dying.
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[15 May 2012|05:26pm] |
I admit, this flower issue is a good distraction from finals, but it can also be very annoying.
I am so sorry I kept some of you from being on time and I apologize that some of you came to grief because of the tendrils. I just can't control the twining :(
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[15 May 2012|07:14pm] |
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How do you treat daffodil poisoning, or does this require an ER visit?
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[15 May 2012|10:58pm] |
I love flowers, but having painful nightshade in my hair makes it hard to brush. They're all over my stomach and boobs and this is REALLY CREEPY and I don't like it. They are everywhere and I'm afraid I'll accidentally eat one.
At I finished my final dress before all this happened.
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