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To You:
01:32 Feb 27 2011
Times Read: 487






You know, it's perfectly okay for you not to talk to me all day, make plans with your friends, and go out. But I'M NOT going to be your last resort, when whoever you've invited along leaves. If you don't text me all day, DON'T text me at night and ask if I can come meet you guys.





UGH, I'm so mad. My "friends" are horrible.

PhJ!
17:01 Feb 26 2011
Times Read: 491








My only goal in life is to see this person with my own two eyes.

Countertenors>Rock stars.
22:01 Feb 24 2011
Times Read: 494

When comparing the two great loves of my life...





Gerard Way, representing rock:







and Philippe Jaroussky, representing all things classical:





I see clearly how rock (or any other music genre) no longer has the awe-inspiring effect it used to.

I really want a new cellphone...
22:29 Feb 23 2011
Times Read: 498




...but I can't bring myself to damage my current phone. It looks so sad and beat up, because I dropped it so many times. And to give it an even more violent end? I couldn't. :s

Creepy fangirl story.
04:26 Feb 23 2011
Times Read: 504




I had a private teacher back in the states, quite a bit my senior, but very attractive to me nonetheless.



I spoke to him for the last time two days before I left the country, totally convinced, that that would be the last time I'd ever see him. It was a little depressing since he was someone super important to me for various reasons, and it crushed me that I would no longer have him around.



Well, the day of the flight, we're driving down the freeway early in the morning, when I turn my head, and behind us, in the next lane, I see him driving. Red string of fate, much?



It's been almost two years since we met, and a year that I haven't seen him, but I'm still very obsessed with the cologne he wore ---and my friend finally acquired the name of it! So now I'm looking through his Facebook, wondering how it'll be when I see him again. X)

This is where I whine...
00:49 Feb 23 2011
Times Read: 511






It's been bothering me how I always manage to become the friend who listens to everyone's issues...LISTENS, and doesn't try to avert the converstion to something else, but when I need to talk about something, I can't.



I guess I can't blame anyone for not wanting to pile on someone else's crap. I'm the only sucker that does that. Lesson learned.

I have the coolest teachers ever.
01:31 Feb 22 2011
Times Read: 517






My calculus teacher totally burnt me three operas:



-La Traviata by Verdi

-Carmen by Bizet

-Tristan and Igolde by Wagner



and another CD by one of his favorite bands.



I'm so touched. :']

03:03 Feb 09 2011
Times Read: 542




I just went through some chick's profile, and somewhere in her bio it said not to look through her journal, or maybe portfolio, I can't remember, and STEAL things.



Seriously?



Why would anyone conclude their shitty so-called poems or stories are so worthy of being stolen?



As far as I've seen it's all the same nonsensical drivel that never fails to include a mixture of:



-bleeding/broken/torn/bruised hearts

-darkness

-rain

-night

-death

etc.



How original. Anyone would just DIE to have come up with such deep pieces of literature...



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