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yo yo yo.
what up hip-hopkins? id just like to wish everyone a merry christmas.

now let me tell you why i don't like christmas, heh.

really, i can't stand all this family time. i'm going sort of crazy. i havent given a shit about gifts since i was 11 or so. the food's ok, but not worth how stressed everyone at home becomes since they've cooked so much. not to mention the details of my disfuctional family.

in conclusion, it's good to be home.

party on, everyone

I want to be:
1. an opera singer
2. a helocopter pilot
3. a painter
4. a movie director
5. a fashion designer
6. a hermit
7. an english teacher in another country
8. a poet
9. the president of the united states of america
10. a housewife.

In other news, I really want to go home. My first final is tomorrow. Wish me luck, Mr. Anonymous-Blog-Stalker.
Even more importantly, I'm getting bubble tea tomorrow! What a blessing and a curse.

finals are killing me.

aside from that,

um. nothings really going on aside from that. oh ya, i got in trouble at work. that was a blast.

i really want to go home. right now.

I never recognize my feelings. For a long time I thought I was incapable of feeling guilt, but it turns out that I just didn’t recognize it when it happened. I tend to sort out my feelings as either “happy” or “sad”, nothing in between, no gray area. I usually can’t figure out that I like a guy for a few months, either. Emotionally retarded? Yes. But it is fun to be a cold hearted bitch. Very fun.
But I’m not a manipulative cold hearted bitch. I’m far too honest for that. Too honest by choice. There was a time in my life where I manipulated people for pure amusement; lying didn’t bother me at all. What changed?
I guess I just got tired of all the bullshit.
I go through life always trying to find the truth. I couldn’t keep making bullshit up. It just cluttered my mind. What's the point of wasting your mind like that, anyway.
I go through life always trying to find the truth.
How about you.
~homie jill out~

I have integrity, do you?

Anyway, I'll write a long, meaningful entry tomorrow.

A few thing:
1. I need to go to a show. It's been way too long. Any show would be fine, really; I just need to hear live music.
2. I'm hungry, broke, and considering whoring myself out.
3. I need a makeover. Someone call up one of those horrible TV shows for housewives and report me to them.
4. Kirsi's cool.
5. Happy Saint Eulalia's Day: “If the sun shines on St. Eulalie's day, It is good for apples and cider they say.”
What would you do without me.
Anyway, I haven't had a blog since freshman year of high school. Diaryland anyone? Admit it, you used Diaryland too, you cocksucking motherfucking liar.
Ahem, have a nice day!

OK it's my first entry so it's got to be good. Let's start this shit right.

First I need to introduce myself.

Chi son?
Sono un poeta.
Che cosa faccio? Scrivo.
E come vivo? Vivo!

Nothing else. I sit and I think. I sleep and I dream.
My “Plan For The Future” changes every week or so. Right now I want to direct or write movies. Honestly.

Final thought: Hopkins is driving me crazy, but I love it.

Oyasuminasai