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Friday, June 08, 2007

Someone New is on repeat mode. The irony in it entices me. I've been thinking. Why bother ?

Why bother with being bothered to the bothered that bother to be bothered ?

I've been listening and internalizing. It's a curse from Satan and a blessing from God. Speaking of God, I've been wanting to go to church, yet, somehow i find myself farther from where i started. Wanting is not enough anymore. It doesn't suffice, unlike those days. Decked in white and tears. A broken bow tie - not torn. Don't you dare leave me though i might not understand those cuts in your eyes. Don't you dare leave me. You promised me on the phone a couple of years back and i thought i lost you for a moment, the moment is about to repeat.

I wasn't expecting myself to appear - how do you put it - sophisticated ? poetic ? Or in a manner oh so familiar with my Lit tutor, Plastic.
Yeah, we're all celluloid extrinsically. How else would we swipe ourselves for -

I haven't studied a bit. Not one bit.

I'm not doomed.

Cursed hormones , must i denounce thee ? Erm. I think i'm rather, horny ?
Girlfriends & Boyfriends, I want to pop them into my ears like the ipod i never had. Carry them like the bag i always wanted. Spend them like i have a million dollars accredited to my name.
Sometimes i hate being this way. My university options seem very bleak.

Geography - the study of how anthropogenic assholes affect our surroundings.
Literature - the study of your tolerance towards sharp-tongued diva-extraodinnaires.
Psychology - the relative discovery of how mental you are.

Yes if you haven't figured it out yet. I'm mad.
But with class.

You ?

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