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Monday, January 23rd, 2006
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| Time: | 10:43 pm. |
| Music: | Death Cab for Cutie shuffling through my iPod. |
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Shall I bother?
I just ran over my transparency with the dirty wheel of my computer chair. Does everyone else's collect dust?
I hope my printer doesn't run out of ink. That would not make my day.
I hate McDonald's - why should a large fry and a chicken sandwhich be 940 calories and why is shoveling snow for 30 minutes only a total of 167 point something calories burned? I am the fast food obese nation in a nutshell. I consume far too many calories and I exercise constantly so fat burned is muscle gained - so I look like a boy or a rather large girl. Food is such a source of unhappiness. One boullion cube mixed with 1 cup boiling water is only 5 calories - let's drink to my new diet.
I got all my homework done and then some so I can be anal again about my work. E'nuff of this procrastination. I shall make flash cards in the morning and prepare my speech for APES and will eat a nice bowl of 70 calorie oatmeal followed by 150 crunches. It's only tuesday. And that means absolutely nothing in the context of this paragraph. Ho hum, calculus long period.
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Sunday, January 1st, 2006
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Happy New Year.
Here's to new beginnings and new things to come. What a year, what a December, what a week.
I hope you had the time of your life.
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Saturday, December 31st, 2005
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So, New Years's Eve. Not so alone, but I'm at a pseudo party at Steph's house, we keep saying it's a party that will never start. It's getting to be that way. I went in town and it was pretty much dead. Everything's dead. This week has been so weird. Now there's just a long period of being ignored and unanswered messages. Thanks!!! Maybe things will go better next week in school. Hopefully.
Now, it's 10:35 and we've barely begun to realize that we're stepping into a year in which so much happens. We're graduating for one thing, and I'm turning 18, and the road trips to Greenwich Village to look forward to. The random car rides will be better in April, if everything continues as planned and hoped.
Seeing everyone hold hands in Boston made me feel so crappy. I thought this New Year would be different, guess not.
Okay, so resolution time.
Vegetarian, is the way to go.
Procrastination should be helped.
Pessimism should be corrected.
Overanalization of hypothetical situations and crazy scenarios should cease.
And taking things to the extreme and being delusional and nuts should also be helped.
Everyone here seconds these actions.
Tomorrow, I'm going shopping to make myself feel better. New clothes, new year, new hope of new beginnings and continued relationships..with everyone.
So it's now 10:52 and everyone's dancing to madd techno in the dark and I'm sitting here. Fun.
So here's to a new year and I don't feel any different.
Denise.
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Wednesday, December 28th, 2005
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Had gymnastics today and it didn't really matter that I was late. Tonight, my house was a no go and so we may be going to a show in Allston, or "it's only five minutes from Kenmore, don't worry Denise." I'm not worried, of course not...
It should be fun, it's Boston and can't get much better. Well, yes it can. But for the moment, that's what's we're working with.
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Monday, December 19th, 2005
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Good weekend, but what a start of a sucky week. It's 9:29 p.m. on a Monday; a year from now I won't be doing any work related to high school, and that is pretty much how I gauge my life. Boston is better this time of year.
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Sunday, December 11th, 2005
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| Time: | 4:09 pm. |
| Music: | Death Cab for Cutie - We Looked Like Giants. |
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okay. okay. Skiing was great. I swam outside in 15 degree weather during a full moon and tons of stars. I didn't do homework. Ha. This was better than I expected.
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Friday, December 9th, 2005
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Death Cab for Cutie, while its a snowing outside, just makes me wish I could have been part of the Donner party. And what a party it was. I'm not partying. I'm not doing anything. I hate New Hampshire and I dislike skiing. I do not want to go, not now anyway. What a week to pick. What a weekend to ruin. Thanks.
Today should be relived. Or redone. Or reversed.
My right hand is numb. Happy fucking Friday night to one and all.
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I guess I've been on an update kick this week.
It's 12:55 and it's not snowing. Why, just one day, is that so much to ask.
I'm lazy as hell.
I got into a little car accident today. I am afraid the kid who hit me will hunt me down and run me over to complete the job. He failed the first time, why not try again.
P.S. yearbook is not a job for the sleep deprived procrastinators.
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Wednesday, December 7th, 2005
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Yearbook. Possibly the worst creation with my own two hands.
Listening to Bright Eyes while doing the yearbook makes me want to inflict bodily harm.
Trivial happiness goes into these pages.
I didn't have the time of my life at prom, but I'll write that it was a blast.
Oh god, why am I so contrived.
My teeth are old. My feet are cold. Is that how it goes, Dr. Seuss?
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Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
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Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
But if I move my place in line I'll lose
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
Somehow, I already think I've failed. I've lost. I am waiting for another repeat of every year since middle school. It's just not happening. I've settled into an easy defeat.
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Sunday, December 4th, 2005
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Tennessee Williams you sum up life so perfectly.
"In the time of your life - live!"
That time is short and it doesn't return again.
It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it,
and the monosyllable of the clock is LOSS, LOSS, LOSS,
unless you devote your heart to its opposition."
It's Sunday. Tomorrow's Monday. Another day, another dollar, fourteen hours on snowshoes and wish I had pie. Annie Dillard is corrupting my soul. Application essays suck the life out of me.
How does bacteria affect biogeochemical cycles. Who knows?
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
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Saturday, December 3rd, 2005
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I suppose I haven't written but neither updating nor reading this trivial life o' mine is a dire part of living. And the story goes on and on and on and on...
We have a problem with no solution but to love and to be loved.
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