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Sunday, January 27, 2008. After a week of unproductive scribbling, I gift you with the opening paragraph of my novel! I know it's vague, and confusing, and ficc-ish, but it's something. Don't stone me. This hasn't been spell-checked. Symphonies of sound crash against his body; songs come in waves and everywhere is the surging resonance of hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. It frustrates him to be grateful to the differences in pitch creating a hazy outline of the world. Wednesday, January 16, 2008.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008. Because I've finally caught on, and it feels absolutely terrifying. SCGS ('01-'05) PLC ('06-'10). Hopes this newest skin will curb homesickness. Ouran High School Host Club. Mistral's Kiss-Laurell K. Hamilton. To The Lighthouse-Virginia Woolf. The Blind Assassin-Margaret Atwood. Jamie Scott and The Town. Designer: Spread That Love.
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. Tell me, please". Did you want me to be? Was it something that I couldn't see? Never knew this would be so political. You get on my nerves: that's reality. It's not always kisses,. Tell me, plea- ". I'm through with doubt, I've. Why can't you just get over it? Seasons are changing, stars are. Days grow longer and nights grow shorter. Please tell me you'll. Tell me, pl- ". Heal falling. stay. Tell me. Please.". F*ck problems. hugs . heal .falling. stay. If you insist.". We lay sp...
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Wednesday, December 26, 2007. My brother is sitting a few feet away from me, munching on raisin bread and playing Nintendogs. Not nearly as far away, lifeless, lies my duster. As usual, the duster seems more at home than my own flesh and blood. Maybe because the duster doesn't scream "Motherf*cker! As far as unproductive holidays go, my current venture should be in the Guinness Book of World Records. I have done nothing these past 4 days but :. A) eat tasteless veal escalope. C) sleep at ungodly hours.
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Thursday, November 29, 2007. This is what you do to me. The rapid beat of his heart thrums against my hand, a romantic gesture if not for the smothering cloak of regret hanging heavy on my weary shoulders. Our eyes meet, a sudden clash of brightest emerald and dull black, his eyes the only recognizable colour in this gray, gray world blurred by tears of shame. Je t'aime, mais vous soyez trop en retard. I love you, but you're too late. Monday, November 12, 2007. She rummages around under the covers, surfa...