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[08 Feb 2009|12:58pm] |
((This picture is shown here.))
“Whenever you're in conflict with someone, there is one factor that can make the difference between damaging your relationship and deepening it. That factor is attitude.”
~William James
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[21 Jan 2009|09:34am] |
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((Nothing appears here save for a picture of a book laying open in the gutter of the street, rain drops falling on it and bits of trash floating in the puddle around it, in black and white.))
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[15 Jan 2009|08:31pm] |
Anything a person can do to help sleep?
( Encrypted Private )
First day of classes was today.
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[09 Jan 2009|12:52pm] |
I'm going to take that stupid waterbed back. I never should have bought it. Can't get it together. I don't plan on sleeping anytime soon anyhow. What if my dreams become real, like Noah's?
What if he finds me again?
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[06 Jan 2009|10:40pm] |
I never really liked it when it snowed in the city. It was always grimy and black within hours. But the snow out here makes for phenomenal pictures. I spent all morning out walking and just practicing, I guess. I start school in a little over a week.
I don't know why but when I reached this spot, it was really quiet. Tranquil. I stayed here the longest and just listened to the sound of the water.
( Cut for Picture )
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[27 Dec 2008|03:22pm] |
To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.
And some people don't deserve either.
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[11 Dec 2008|11:43pm] |
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. . . I got in.
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[08 Dec 2008|08:41am] |
No one is planning to start pumping in Christmas music, are they?
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[27 Nov 2008|04:10pm] |
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I'm not going to be coming to dinner.
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[25 Nov 2008|05:37pm] |
Quivis beatus, versa rota fortunae, ante vesperum potest esse miserrimus.
~Marcellinus Ammianus from Historia (XXVI)
( OCC: Translation )
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[02 Nov 2008|09:51am] |
Should I--should I be doing more to help out here?
I mean, not fighting--I don't think I could do that. But--something else?
I--I want to help, however I can.
God, I'm no good at this.
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| tears, idle tears by lord alfred tennyson |
[02 Oct 2008|10:20pm] |
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
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[20 Sep 2008|07:49pm] |
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Does anyone know if there are any public tennis courts nearby?
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[19 Sep 2008|05:29am] |
"What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief."
~The Winter's Tale (III, ii)
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