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I am tired of everyones stupid fucking flakiness and the lack of sincerity. I am tired of going out of my way for everyone and then not having anyone bother to go out of their way for me. So you know what? From now on if you aren't happy...I could give a fuck.

I will get through these next three years and get a damn good education but the people in this city can burn for all I care.

Go fuck yourselves and your "busyness" and your petty,stupid problems

Soon I'll be back where it's warm and where people love me with me having to fake it back.

the city is getting a fresh white coat of snow and its utterly gorgeous.

i have become addicted to lists- i've been making all of the free time i have worth something and i've been making lists, they are complete with what time till what time i am doing certain things. (11:11:30, for example, i have reserved for blogging, facebooking, and photocopying in the library) btw: i'm ahead of schedule :)
 When the sun sets at 4:30 you begin to feel like there will never be enought time in your day to do everything there is to do.

...so i make lists.

i also make mental lists, like all of the reasons why i adore but hate you at the same time.
i made a list of all of the books i will read this semester

they help me sort our my very cluttered brain.  When there are no car doors to leave open, i seem to be a more together person.
i live in a cubicle.

Sometimes i feel like because i live so simply and idealically here in boston i have to make matters that wouldn't normally be so, more complicated than i should.  But it gives me something to ponder, and when i dont have liquid dates, or anyone to dig around my brain with i do it myself. 

if you know what i'm talking about good for you, because i dont even really know at this point. see? there i go-making things complicated. you think i would drive myself crazy, but i like it.

kylie-(in response to the note i was tagged in on fb)
1.  dress your family in corduroy and denim-by david sedaris (my favorite author)
 also, his collection of short stories and essays called "barell case" is really good too...i can send you that one its got my notes in it and it is pre-loved :)
another quirky memoir style book is "Oh, the glory of it all" by sean wilsey.
2.  been listening to the watson twins album "rabbit fur coat" which features jenny lewis
and their album "southern manners"
and also Ray lamontangnes album Trouble.
3. movies...welll...any movie i could reccomend to you you've probably seen or we've seen together....
but i really love The Fountain 
 
dont know why i didn't feel like doing this through facebook...but i didn't.

i love you all.
annie-call me.

e

As discussed with Saramaile over one of our many coffee/chai sessions- or as i have begun to call them "liquid dates", because i think its catchier

1.Learn to play the beautiful Martin guitary my mother passed onto me
2.Meditate in hope of improving my intuition and psychic abilities.
...I can read your mind so keep your thoughts clean.

I'm going for quality not quantity here people.

liquid dates
sing your song through the night
i'll hum it all day
no one really leaves this place
their love remains.

e

Couldn't have imagined it four years ago.
But i love it.
And i never want to let you people go.
..you know who you are.

So much love in so little space,morning after breakfasts-shouting our fantastic mistakes to the world. We make them and no one is there to judge..besides...i love it even when i pretend not to.

thank you.

i could be mushier but enough lj posts have already gone there.

Basically thank you is all i can say.
i'm fucked up in love with everyone.

Smiles through the night lasting through the morning.
this laughter is real.

Hopefully, i will now be able to connect with everyone more frequently.  (In a much less personal manner) but i'll at least know what the fuck everyone is up to.  By the way...what the fuck is everyone up to.  I seem to be the last one of my friends (who are leaving) still in Sarasota.  I dont leave until the 31st, and until then I remain in Sarasota.  Things still dont seem very real.  And unti I am sitting in my dorm room at the Conservatory they wont.  I haven't even begun to pack because I dont know what I am packing for.  Goodbyes have been too much of a common place lately and I can't wait to start saying some hellos.

There is so much STUFF i need for college.  I never realized how dependent we are on our parents until we dont have them there anymore.  Terrifying really. 

On a happier note, I got a 9200 dollar donation, and an iphone.  That all feels quite dandy!

Hope everyone is well!

e