January 2010
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There are few greater feelings in the morning then getting out of bed, looking in the mirror, and realizing you don’t have to wash your hair because it looks just fine. This never happens to me because my hair will invariably get messed up in the sleeping process to the point that I’m embarrassed to walk out of my room to take a shower. But it happened today and I am pleased.
Today is...
also, fire alarm in my dorm is going off
guess who’s locking the door and staying in bed?
changed my name to fräulein
idk it’s probably temporary (this is nativeplant)
Cloetta Paris — “Beat Street”
weird dreamz
I just woke up from a nap and I had a very strange dream in which the ghost of Oscar Wilde was killing off everyone that had something bad to say about The Picture of Dorian Gray. Nothing is safe from my schoolwork.
identity destruction