| While walking home yesterday, one of my friends tells me that his mother used to say that whenever you get to know someone well, they think you hate them.
amazinz says... (22:33)
sucka sucka sucka sucks sucka
sucka sukca suckaus suaksuskcuaksuckua=ausksucjua
youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
cant
ignore
ME
go ahead
TRY
ding
DING
DING
IMS
DING DING DING!
the adium
is blinkING!
DING DING DING
SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
ding
.....ding
......................DING!
INGORE ME
TRY IT
you cant
you wont
you
're
too
curious
crave
dis
traction
yes
you do
dont deny it
you're staring right now
at my IM box
Im winning
you're paying attention
and I'm winning
I'M WINNING!
I WIN!
WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!
sucka
amazinz has disconnected.
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| While at Caribou coffee, the friendly coffee guy asks, "What are you up to today?"
"I need to be studying."
Then he goes, "And how long have you had that problem?"
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| When I was in fourth grade, one of my friends recommended a really cheesy fantasy book. "This is a really good book," he said. I didn't believe him-- it was, after all, from one of those series as well. But he insisted, and I went out and read it... it ended up being really good; the Autumn/Winter/Spring books from the Dragonlance series. Surprisingly good.
In the book, one of the characters is cursed with golden hourglass eyes. He doesn't see things as they are now, but rather sees things as decayed. He sees things aging, decaying, falling apart into time.
Sometimes I think I have the same problem. I look at you, but lately I don't see you as you are now. I see you aged, thirty years into the future, with graying hair and wrinkled, saddened eyes. And then I see you when you are gone, and then I see myself, lost in loss.
I guess in some ways I'm about to lose everyone I know, pursuing an unidentified dream in fields that I'm no longer sure I want to make a career out of. I go only because I pursue opportunity, and because my parents have taught me to do whatever it takes to get the damn job done. And somehow, this feels vaguely right. But it sucks. And it'll hurt like hell.
From Zorba the Greek:
While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realize-- sometimes with astonishment-- how happy we had been.
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