I want a real JOB! >.<

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The band called Live plays my sort of music. xD
It's so sappy though, i can't listen to a lot at once. Kck. ^.^

"Feel the Quiet River Rage."- Live

Always fighting the storm
Afraid to suffer the wound
All praise to that conscious one
Who always suffers the wound, child
Suffers the wound, child

Hey!
Suffers the wound!
Never turns from love
Give it up

Always try to explain
Afraid to lay naked in the sun
He's crazy, she dances in the light
The crowd jeers, they won't put up a fight

Hey!
Suffers the wound!
Never turns from love
Give it up
Until my heart is free to roam
She won't never leave me alone
Saved by the river now
Saved

Always fighting the storm
Buildin' shelter to house our lack of love
We're only here for a while
Tear it down and suffer the wound

Hey!
Suffers the wound!
Never turns from love
Give it up
Until my heart is free to roam
She won't never leave me alone
Saved by the river now, saved
(Never turns from love, never turns to hate)
Until my heart is free to roam
She won't never leave me alone
Saved
(Never turns from love, never turns to hate)

Always suffers the wound, never turns from love
Never turns to hate
Saved by the river now
Always suffers the wound, never turns from love
Never turns to hate

An invisible Mississippi, Ganges or a Nile
I can feel the quiet river rage
Forcin' my lips into a smile
Don't believe that the world is empty
Just too noisy to hear the sound
I can feel the quiet river rage
And I'm fallin' down
Saved by the river now
Saved

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So, TAG! THIS POST IS IT!!! >.<

Oioi. And said Puerto Rican guy...Well, he got down further than i did because he wanted to get it up, and i'm not antigravity LIKE THAT. And he was a clinger. Sorry dude.

But I have been saved by a Gay-Man with an inner Straight-Boy, A Hot-Chick who's was a hot-guy, another PanSexual Girl who looks like my long-lost Twin, a herb-loving keg-hauling guitar player (accidently), my Siren-like friend from Pepperell and her Martial-Art-Fu Mom, and my super-nice christian-hippie man-beast who wears pink.

I am now dating the Man-Beast, and an irritating the living crap out of him because he reads slow, and i write lots. I bet he's tired of commitment now. :P

As for college...
I have loved my teachers in my classes.
I have lost my teachers in my classes because first term is over.

I will have more teachers once i get back from this 3 week vacation from Hell.

I will hopefully get an apartment soon so i can actually touch my boyfriend, not have to worry about transportation, get a decent job in walking distance, and lay less money to live with better quality than the dorms and have HEALTHY, FRESH, NON-PROCESSED FOOD.

I gained 15 pounds since i moved into college. Ick, eat real food, or get out more- i gotta make a line. This is making me feel crappy.

I HEART BOB MARLEY.

I get to see my cat Pooka. He's all over me since i got back. I never wanna leave him. He's my baby. ;.;

For the past week, Indian people have randomly been talking to me in the market place. It must be my hair. Or Karma. O_O

PEANUTBUTTER JELLY TIME.

I got As and Bs this term, and i'm the tutor in about 3 subjects. BUt no one ever comes in to give me work.

I see a red door. And i want to paint it black.
With glitter.

Idlewild, by Outcast, is a FRICKING GOOD MOVIE.

So is Lady in the Water my M. Knight Shamylan. I love his movies.

My Super X-Girlfriend is not for kids, and made me feel awkward watching with the sexual innuendo in it, but it was charming in a weird way. GO UMA THURMAN WITH A CHAIN SAW.
"Why the HELL did G-girl just throw a SHARK at us?"

I got a tablet. And a lot of stuff for Christmas. I feel like i made out like a bandit.

It's cold outside.

So, i'm gonna walk around in it.

...

Holy shit. My thoughts are SO organized. xD *Scarasm.*


Uh, yeha, i'll try to write with more tact later.

SMOOCHIE NOOCHIES!

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There's a song in the back of my head.
Sort of like how i'm in the back of the world.

Watch me, watch me.
Somebody...

I need a guide over my shoulder tonight.
And I can't shut my eyes,
I dream wide open.
It makes me think the ghost in my shell is a cancer in diguise.

It makes me think
I don't want to be the angel this time.



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I have no music.
My pulse is weak.
I'd sell out for blood,
Lock myself in a room for a week.
And when my mouth opens
And i know what i want...

I stand still.
Tied to you,
I sink like a rock.

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Oh my god. I'm not feeling poetic about anything right now, but it's quite a rest in contrast to the way i usually am.

I like this place though.


...
HAHA, YOUR MOM!

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First week of college and i got my third-nipple peirced, i got down with a 26 year old puerto rican named Frank, and i'm now supposedly where the fun is at becauses my hair is braided into about 30 different locks.


This is gonna' hit me in the pants.
But it rocks. xD

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