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I let a secret go today, and I'm slightly floating. Like a great weight has been lifted from my chest. I don't know how girls deal with it.

Code much?

I'm feeling the noose and the gloom. Hope for me like I hope for you.

2 new CDs to-day. Queens o' the Stone Age and The Bravery. I totally forgot to get the oh-so-new Hot Hot Heat. I'll be Heatless until Maryland. In theory, if I finish my super-cool project today, I can get everything done afore aFriday. Otherwise, I think I'm doomed, baby. In theory...

WHY?

I'm doing a little aloof experiment with myself. I always end up in the same position in front of the TV or computer around this time, and try to subtly convince myself to slack off for the rest of the day. Today is Saturday, which is the weekend, which is rest-time, unlike yesterday, at which point, I was celebrating the last day of classes....
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Feelin' like a genius, getting stuff done and all. There's a slight smell in the house, not really sure where's it's emanating from, but my nose just can't quite get used to it. 7 days until I'm more home again than I've been in a long while. Better take out the trash.

I don't think I could make any harder to concentrate on my schoolwork if I slept until noon, meandered around for a few hours, type a bit, then rush to suicidegirls at the first sign of boredom. Oh, wait, I *am* doing that...hrmmm....

Universe, mark Me as Interesting!

Status: Sleepus

Tired all the time now. Even this irreverant smiley can't keep me awake. Eventually, I'm going far, far under, sweetness, and when I wake up, I'll be the man I was five years ago. Sigh, dig?

Ladies, ladies, ladies, please! Just stop talking. Shhh, just this once, shhhhhhhh. Shhhh. Just for one second. Feel the universe stop expanding and time stand still. Just be ever so....*quiet*.

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Ugga. I'm not feelin' the magic today. Not bummed, just ti-ti-tired. These 5 AM nights have to stop!, he said to no one in particular.

Despite my ubquitous, sometimes almost blinding coolness, sometimes I forget this cruical fact and fall into self-despair. Then, days like today come along, where things are just...quiet...enough...where I can make out the subtle buzz of my destiny. The world rights itself, buddy.

I'm thinking of getting another tattoo of two stars, one Starman and one Gitaroo-Star, but where? Maybe the shoulders? Don't the two stars...
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At times such as this, homework and relationship-wise, I often wish that I could go back in time and give my younger, fitter, albeit stupider past self some helpful advice. Although, were I to really go back, I doubt Past Me would get the helpful advice, so it'd probably be easier to just take over as the Past Me, meaning I'd be stuck with somehow...
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I realize that I've just commented on my past journal instead actually adding a new entry. I'd apologize, but I suppose it's not important. Nothing I say is very interesting, hardly prose, barely poetry. All the effect with no cause. I wonder why I type anything at all, but the answers just give me more material. I think I just like to pretend I have...
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