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[Jul. 14th, 2033|12:22 pm] |
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| this is some sort of love letter |
[Sep. 23rd, 2008|07:45 pm] |
Traditionally, spring is the season of love – maybe it's the blooming flowers breaking bright through the bleary winter or maybe as the temperature rises, icy hearts thaw along with our tarmac driveways. Whatever the cause, I have seen enough television shows and movies to know that even the most cynical of us can catch spring fever. But I am not like everybody else and cannot recall ever catching the common cold of spring that is falling in lust. While I swoon at flowers and shed my heavy winter jackets with relief, I have successfully avoided the Lovebug during his most popular season for all the years I can remember.
He catches me when it’s least suspected, in autumn when the leaves die in the prettiest way. After harshly reflected green and burning heat all summer, I’m one of the first to welcome the fall with its smell of pumpkin pie and cool wind wrapping itself all around me. As someone who has been cold her entire life, fall is a comfortable season – lightly bundled in thin jackets and sneakers, stepping through crunchy leaves and breathing in newly sharpened pencils and fresh from the store textbooks. But even then, I fall in love with life, not boys as it’s supposed to be. Autumn is my season, not Love’s – I don’t moon over romantics until the temperature dips to shivering cold levels in December.
Winter keeps me huddled under blankets, gripping a mug of hot chocolate, unwilling to crawl into the day for fear of freezing. In times like that, I imagine warm arms to keep me safe from the harsh wind I picture outside my windows. Pulling myself through the dirty Jersey snow with cold, empty hands has always been one of my biggest struggles. Winter is when I feel the need to fall in love, and quick, unless my blood freezes right there in my veins.
And in all truth, I fell for you not as we spent hot summer nights in your basement, but in the chilly, fluorescent-lit grocery store in early January as we wished for snow. My skin, frozen from years of keeping it away from the natural heat source of others’ bodies, thawed at your accidental touch. I can pin down the exact moment the Lovebug, who has never effectively infected me until this year, jumped from your hands to mine (and I’m sure you can, too). It was January in the baby food aisle and being blasted from freezers on two ends, it was the only time I have purposely slowed my work to make a moment last longer – and the bite came sometime between opening large cardboard boxes and filling shelves with disgusting full-meal purees for toothless infants.
I infamously cannot stay focused on one thing long enough to appreciate it fully. Instead I fall into quick and dirty obsessions, the kind that consume all of me but burn off just as hot as they started after only a few weeks. This goes for food, movies, books and boys alike. But here I am, more than six months past that frozen day at work and my heart still flutters like a first grader at your touch.
As my favorite season descends on me with its fiery colors, I’m falling in love with life again. My stomach butterflies are motionless as your hands are two hundred miles up the coast and my arms cannot stretch that far. Your voice, though, falls over me like the leaves soon will all over campus and I spend most of my time translating words into feelings instead of, as I’m used to, the other way around. And in just a few more months, I’ll cuddle up to you under heavy blankets, trying to protect my newly vulnerable body and fall in love again every day. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2007|01:23 pm] |
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A kid in my class died. I don't know him but I have seen him around. He lived in Kent and there were cops all over the place this morning and an ambulance and when I went to get coffee all of Kent was sitting in the student center and they were silent and this kid died. He was 19. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2007|07:36 pm] |
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Happy Independence Day, my American friends. |
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[May. 22nd, 2007|12:33 am] |
i didn't like the Heroes finale all that much because not enough people died but i'm kind of glad because i love everyone so would be pissed if a lot of people died. and i got to hang out with barbara. and now i can't sleep. |
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[May. 4th, 2007|02:32 pm] |
Spider-Man 3 is really good. Go see it now, thanks. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2007|01:47 pm] |
It's so pretty outside, guys.
It's pretty and I'm addicted to peppermints and I spent six dollars on something that isn't even tangible and I feel good and maybe this isn't what it's supposed to be like but I don't care as much anymore.
Thank you. |
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| bsg: almost a week old so i hope you've seen it! |
[Mar. 10th, 2007|05:06 pm] |
So I finally watched Battlestar from last week and now I'm all "..." because I didn't actually like Kara but I know like everyone else and their mother did. And I feel kind of bad for Anders and Lee and Helo and Adama because they all kind of loved her. And omg she died in the most pointless way ever.
Um. I hope this season gets better. :\ |
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) paquin, twice for good luck? |
[Feb. 16th, 2007|03:35 pm] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CRYSTAL!! |
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[Feb. 14th, 2007|08:07 am] |
No 9:30 class makes my life so much better.
*CLASSESS BEING CANCELLED MAKES MY LIFE SO MUCH BETTER!! |
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[Feb. 7th, 2007|08:52 am] |
On Wednesday, February 7, the college will remain closed until 10:00 AM to
facilitate snow clean up.
Classes will begin at 10:00 AM.
So ... does this mean I don't go to my 9:30 class at all? Or I go at 10? And I have no idea but I think I'm just going to skip it all together and go straight to French at 10:30. Um |
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| Whee! |
[Feb. 5th, 2007|12:57 am] |
Pirate Queen. Thursday March 15th at 8pm.
I'm going with my parents and grandmother. I haven't been to Broadway in so long that I'm kind of excited. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2007|09:56 pm] |
Why is the preview for next week's Supernatural sound like the "Twilight Zone" guy? I really expected him to go "...can only be found in the Twilight Zone." Um I found the episode realy boring. So much so that I really wish I hadn't even watched it.
The Office was okay. Um. It seemed really short? Poor Karen even though I don't really like her. |
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| i miss new york programming |
[Jan. 30th, 2007|08:02 pm] |
BALTIMORE SUCKS and is playing basketball (AGAIN) instead of Gilmore Girls and Veronica Mars. And that sucks because HI VMars doesn't work all that well when you break up the weeks so much. I'll have to wait till Saturday. Although I'll probably just watch them on the CW site whenever they go up (Friday again?). Sigh, my life. |
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| battlestar galactica |
[Jan. 28th, 2007|11:02 pm] |
( Taking a Break from All Your Worries )
I missed some of the low talking scenes because Kate's phone rang and then she talked on it IN THE ROOM then left the room then came back and then her phone rang AGAIN and she proceeded to leave the room, come back, check her computer, leave, come back, check her comptuer and leave all while blab, blab, blabbing. And I'm just like ... you don't talk during BSG or I'm gonna have to cut a bitch. |
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| sigh my life. |
[Jan. 27th, 2007|02:32 am] |
 
um, guys, you have no idea how upsetting i find this. it hurts me when i go to type things. |
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| I LOVE BARBARA |
[Jan. 25th, 2007|07:40 pm] |
babs: well you got the chronicles of life and death
babs: just like me
babs: maybe you mistook it for narnia?
babs: honest mistake |
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| i suck at life, obviously |
[Jan. 25th, 2007|04:37 pm] |
I don't think it's ever been this hard for me to get work done. Winter break destroyed me! I think it's just because my assignment is "Write three journal entires. You know, about anything." And that doesn't give me a lot to work with. I mean, I could easily write two pages about how much basketball sucks as compared to One Tree Hill but I have a feeling that wouldn't go over so well. And what's killing me is that it's kind of like a first impression. Sighhhh.
It snowed earlier. It stuck to the grass but not the road. |
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