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05:53 pm
[Link] | I love reading poetry out loud in the morning, when there is only the sound of my gas heater's pilot light and the rustling of my cat finding her way out of my blankets. The words awkwardly falling from my mouth and landing on only my ears.
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06:50 pm
[Link] | I have not posted in a really really long time, but this is hilarious!
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/mariocommunist
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12:59 pm
[Link] |
Interesting -Marcela you should take this and then we can compare!
| Your Linguistic Profile: | | 75% General American English | | 5% Dixie | | 5% Midwestern | | 5% Upper Midwestern | | 5% Yankee |
Current Mood:  amused
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10:53 pm
[Link] | I think I am dieing. I mean grant it we are ALL dieing. But I seem to have a death cough after eating. After eating anything. Perhaps it is consumption... That could be fun.
Current Mood: blah
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03:08 pm
[Link] | I have wanted to up-date, but I have been too irritated to think of anything to say. I am not sure whether it is with myself or not... I feel trapped.
Current Mood:  cold
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11:53 am
[Link] | Just uncomfortable. Perhaps it is the sinus infection, or just the wooden chair I am sitting on...
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07:53 pm
[Link] | When did I become so entangled into my life? When did my own web begin to catch me? I believe in Karma. The complete and utter pain and perhaps beauty of Karama. If you still read my journal, know my thoughts are with you. Do not know my pain but know my love.
Current Mood:  curious
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04:04 pm
[Link] | A strange place. Where I am? Or within me? Tranquil isolation.
Current Mood: indifferent
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01:09 pm
[Link] | I have had renewed excitement in Acadimia. If nothing else to share it with my love. My History of the rise of America class is going to be amazing! I mean amazing! I can hardly contain my excitement. I cannot even sit down properly to express it all.
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05:02 pm
[Link] |
The CIty of Lost Ambitions
Galway is a bay city nestled in the Gaeltacht of Ireland, known for its music and arts. The locals refer to it as the City of Lost Ambitions.
A weathered man of forty-five leans across the bench at a local bar called the Rosin Dubh. The name means Black Rose, and the venue has a reputation for its eclectic concerts and late night hours. For now though it is early afternoon and the crowd is a tamer one. The man leans forward to tell his drinking mate something in confidence. His words are loud and thick his forward tilt is merely gesture to suggest intimacy.
“You know… I came here,” he pauses and drinks deeply from his fifth or sixth Guinness of the day. The thick whit foam catches in his five o’clock shadow just above hiss upper lip. “I came here you know, I came here when I was your age.”
He rocks a little closer pointing a thick calloused finger at the young lad across from him. The boy is no more than 19 and is nursing his own pint with great care. His face is not particularly attractive. His features are too sallow and bird like. But he is cleanly shaven and is dowsed with cheap colon bought half price at Pound World. His eyes are wide following the older man’s movements.
The man lean farther in, barely catching himself as he slips into his pint disturbing the black liquid within.
“Did you know that I came here to study law?” The man sputters like his sloshed drink.
“Of course. You had top marks.”
The older man looks confused, hurt even. He wrinkles his forehead pushing his brown-leathered skin up into his scalp. He is concentrating hard but his mind had begun to slow from his steady intake of alcohol. Suddenly either because he has forgotten what he was trying to drudge up, or because he found whatever it was to be funny after all –he bursts out laughing banging his hand against the bench.
“Ah! But you’re a smart lad! You won’t get side tracked,” the man turned to the bartender, “Bring my mate another round!”
A deep lull settles in around the pair. The rare afternoon sun streaming through the window softens the mood. The two of them drain their pints.
“You know?” The man drones, “I was your age.”
He slumps deeper into his stool, deeper into his stooper.
It will be well past supper by the time the two of them stumble home.
Current Mood: cold
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04:26 pm
[Link] | Tips for Surviving Irish weather:
Umbrella's are pointless
Eyeglasses are stupid
Rain Jackets are penetrable
Shoe sealance futile
As for what works... I'll get back to you, I am thinking of a suit made of trash bags.
Current Mood: chipper
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10:40 am
[Link] | Oh God. No sleep. Not good. Must think clearly.
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05:51 pm
[Link] |
Time is up
I think I have been more than patient, more than accommodating. It is time for this to end. I don't care how uncomfortable it is, there is never a good time to break-up with someone. You just have to make it. Two weeks into their "dating" he decided that he wanted to be with me. But then she had exams, and then she was in New York. And he trying to not be an ass (which he already has been) decides he should let her finish her tests, and then maybe the phone was not the best option. So she has been home for a week now. Why has he not ended it?? Oh because she is sick. Right. Well, I am sick of waiting. Two weeks has turned into two months. He's actions are not matching his letters, his phone calls, his e-mails. I am tired of this. I want to call him and give him until Sunday. I am sick of pain. I deserve more than words. I have heard words from countless people. I am ready for actions to match. And perhaps I am a fool for placing that in him. (Perhaps that is the problem, perhaps I am placing it in him rather than it already being there). I don't know if I am being unreasonable. I still love him, but at the moment: Fuck him.
Current Mood:  frustrated
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06:37 pm
[Link] | Hmmmm Belguim has very strange key boards. Also I never realized how much of a chicken I can be when traveling alone. In a country I do not know the language and in a very large town. But hey everything makes us stronger.
P.S. I had forgotten what kind of love I have for him, or perhaps I am just discovering it. Either way I am intoxicatingly happy.
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11:32 am
[Link] | IF I gain nothing else from this experience perhaps I shall be able to make a decision. Any decision about, well ANYTHING. How did I get so bad at a very simple question: What do you want? My answer: I want everything. Is that indecisive, or just spoiled?
My family will be here in just four more days. This makes me unbelievably happy.
Current Mood: tired
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09:51 pm
[Link] | New self resolution: Be less DRAMATIC -life is not so bad, its ups and downs happen. Especially with guys. Guys are guys and in the end I am always fine. Try to just feel emotion and not fight it so much. And hmmm... Be more decisive with such things as i.e. to stay or go...
Josh is Josh and I broke-up with him. Him seeing someone means that it was probably the right choose. I was always confused on where to put him in my life. To be honest I was completely side blinded by my reaction. I had not expected it to bother me.
Current Mood: content
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09:51 pm
[Link] | All right what are people's gut reaction: Should I stay in Ireland for six more months or come home in Jan?
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11:18 am
[Link] | taken from hypomnesis:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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07:53 pm
[Link] | It is very strange I have become aware of the blood moving through my veins in my legs...
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10:56 am
[Link] | I understand that in three months time my kisses have faded from your lips. That my spot in your bed where I once curled up close to you -our breath falling and rising together in an even peace... I understand that my spot is now cold. I understand that my embrace from across the sea is not as inviting as hers. She is soft and warm, her smell intoxicating, her taste tangible and present. I understand I pushed you, I pushed you over your limit and your mind can no longer reach where I inhabit it. But, do you understand how cold and hallow it is in your mind now? Do you understand that in that darkened corner of your thoughts I wait? I lay low, huddling, waiting to be revived, waiting for your thoughts to return. Waiting to be real to you.
"It is not difficult to imagine you in my future, us together 20 years down the line... I look across to you and see in your deep wrinkles that we have loved despite our struggles and I reach my hand out to you," Your words echo in my brain.
But it is difficult. It is slipping from my mind. The image of you grey and old, holding my hand, walking beside me... The image of our life together. It is difficult.
"Hold on to the one Noble thing," you whispered in my ear "Hold on."
I am. But you have let go... I am. But you are not beside me. I am. But I am told not to. Perhaps some where beneth the still waters of the frozen lake, perhaps beneath the winter's frost I still live within you. Just as Autumn lives -just beyond the crystallized waters the fermented leaves stay preserved, frozen in the time of winter. Perhaps -perhaps in the spring the waters will thaw once more and the vibrant colours from the golden leaves will surface. Perhaps, or perhaps they will not weather the biting cold of ice. Perhaps they have decayed, eaten away by the passage of time, browned and forgotten.
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