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Mar. 18th, 2005 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pipistrellafelixPoints of Order:
Firstly--anyone who possibly can, GO SEE "The Shape of Things" by ReAct, at Hugo House. Runs through the 26th. Really, really good and whooooboy I was in shock for about an hour afterwards. GO. NOW.
Secondly, Happy Birthday Rose m'dearah! I will try to call you later today.
Thirdly, this is really fun:
hand that took mine, and I want to write. Writers want to write. Writers want to write. Writers want to have to finish the questions, lest I screw my study group over--which I refuse to do, since I'm relying on them for the whole truth, and that is not seemly or necessary for a girl of my state to be intelligent, and so I can't take it anymore. Because I want to write. Writers want to work on my Mark paper. Gawd. Cannot wait until spring break, even though I am not stupid, nor am I not worried. Haha... (99 words from http://apps.hewgill.com/cgi-bin/ljmarkov.pl )
come cheer me up whenever I feel suprisingly good for a pencil and paper, and printed out lines of words I've typed that need fixing and fleshing out. I want major Bathhouse hugs. Hey. Anyone up for a time when I really do love the world--and if it's under my prof's name! She saved it for meeeee. *egotistical pout* I miss everybody, a lot, and I will, to do and will then die a miserable academic death two days in a good while, if I had not done for so long. I like the phrase "I feel suprisingly good for a pencil and paper," and "anyone up for a time when I really do love the world?"
of that class, for no reason whatsoever.*) I guess I could read history. Or, *gasp* work on my Bible paper hang about in the morning. After all, I have friends on campus, yes [Tara and I am not amazed because I had been alive, with no cure and no help. I heard her story in bits, and I are watching Starlet tonight! ...shutup, you.] but I couldn't see what--but once I opened the window and looked down, I saw a Sharp-shinned hawk mantling over a dead pigeon on the hard cold ground." So...does that mean I can fix the numerous Sharp-shinned hawk mantling over a dead pigeon on the hard cold ground--what a poetic image, haha!.
unable to attend the Burning of the anal writer I can tonight and it's frustrating and I have to, but because I have all day tomorrow to study for math, and I get saddled with a muse who loves to torment? Apparently... The phrase that keeps rattling in my face. Gar. I spent all of yesterday cleaning my room is going to bother. But...aiieee. It's so hard to get myself to go hand-in-hand, as though one could not love God for creating it. And that, to me, seems fairly self-evident. Also, because I think Emily might kill me. :D I really hate being rejected. I also really hate being rejected. I also really hate being rejected. I also really hate being rejected. Wow. Apparently I really hate being rejected. Also I like the phrase, "unable to attend the burnign of the anal writer" and "the phrase that keeps rattling in my face"--what an image.
Ok, ok....enough...I'm going now...:D
Fourthly, ....it's time for breakfast. Haha, today will be fab. I am going shopping (what? I hear you cry; you, shopping? --But yes, I am) and then we are going salsa dancing tonight. Hopefully that will turn out well. Heee...
Firstly--anyone who possibly can, GO SEE "The Shape of Things" by ReAct, at Hugo House. Runs through the 26th. Really, really good and whooooboy I was in shock for about an hour afterwards. GO. NOW.
Secondly, Happy Birthday Rose m'dearah! I will try to call you later today.
Thirdly, this is really fun:
hand that took mine, and I want to write. Writers want to write. Writers want to write. Writers want to have to finish the questions, lest I screw my study group over--which I refuse to do, since I'm relying on them for the whole truth, and that is not seemly or necessary for a girl of my state to be intelligent, and so I can't take it anymore. Because I want to write. Writers want to work on my Mark paper. Gawd. Cannot wait until spring break, even though I am not stupid, nor am I not worried. Haha... (99 words from http://apps.hewgill.com/cgi-bin/ljmarkov.pl )
come cheer me up whenever I feel suprisingly good for a pencil and paper, and printed out lines of words I've typed that need fixing and fleshing out. I want major Bathhouse hugs. Hey. Anyone up for a time when I really do love the world--and if it's under my prof's name! She saved it for meeeee. *egotistical pout* I miss everybody, a lot, and I will, to do and will then die a miserable academic death two days in a good while, if I had not done for so long. I like the phrase "I feel suprisingly good for a pencil and paper," and "anyone up for a time when I really do love the world?"
of that class, for no reason whatsoever.*) I guess I could read history. Or, *gasp* work on my Bible paper hang about in the morning. After all, I have friends on campus, yes [Tara and I am not amazed because I had been alive, with no cure and no help. I heard her story in bits, and I are watching Starlet tonight! ...shutup, you.] but I couldn't see what--but once I opened the window and looked down, I saw a Sharp-shinned hawk mantling over a dead pigeon on the hard cold ground." So...does that mean I can fix the numerous Sharp-shinned hawk mantling over a dead pigeon on the hard cold ground--what a poetic image, haha!.
unable to attend the Burning of the anal writer I can tonight and it's frustrating and I have to, but because I have all day tomorrow to study for math, and I get saddled with a muse who loves to torment? Apparently... The phrase that keeps rattling in my face. Gar. I spent all of yesterday cleaning my room is going to bother. But...aiieee. It's so hard to get myself to go hand-in-hand, as though one could not love God for creating it. And that, to me, seems fairly self-evident. Also, because I think Emily might kill me. :D I really hate being rejected. I also really hate being rejected. I also really hate being rejected. I also really hate being rejected. Wow. Apparently I really hate being rejected. Also I like the phrase, "unable to attend the burnign of the anal writer" and "the phrase that keeps rattling in my face"--what an image.
Ok, ok....enough...I'm going now...:D
Fourthly, ....it's time for breakfast. Haha, today will be fab. I am going shopping (what? I hear you cry; you, shopping? --But yes, I am) and then we are going salsa dancing tonight. Hopefully that will turn out well. Heee...
