I just ate some really greasy food. And whenever I eat really greasy food, my nose gets itchy.

Is that weird?

Jerome David Salinger was the first author I loved and wrote the first book that made me want to write prose.  He made me laugh, he made me cry, and yesterday he passed away at the age of 91.

Rest in peace, my handsome hero!

Gah! 

Write One Leaf About Chin Hairs


It didn't matter that they were soft.  It didn't even matter that they were thin.  She was a brunette; she was overweight.  There wasn't any excuse for the long, black feelers protruding from her one and a half chins.  They moved slightly as she moved, calculating where the prey was sleeping.  She paused for a moment, waiting for her chin hairs to tell her more.  She was intrigued.

Clumsily but silently she crept into the next aisle.  There wasn't any place to hide, except perhaps behind a rake.  She wouldn't fool herself.  The chin's hairs were in a jam of phone calls and dried milk from hours before, delaying important information from being sent.  The woman pretended to closely examine some garden fertilizer as one beady blue eye groped for her target.  THERE.  THERE was the ( Read more... )

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what?

Dear Self,

Helium.com would do you some good.

we broke up, and I am already in the shitter, and now this.

I don't even know what to do.

She is half of me.

the new composition notebooks Al got me for Christmas are made with graphing paper. At first I saw this and I was slightly afraid, because graphing paper reminds me of precalc, and I'm trying to dismiss that course like a bad dream. But it will follow me! Anyway, then I said fuck it, because I can write where ever I want. So I'm writing in my graphing-paper composition-notebook, and it's marvelous. I got a 1.0 pen tip, so it shows up boldly on the pages.

I'm going to see how many pages I can write over break. Now everyone knows.

"everyone"

So I'm going to write this shit. (and listen to the cranberries)

I thoroughly apologize to every soul that reads this, and every soul that does not, for being white.

graph the system of inequalities, and find the corner points algebraically:

x > 0 , y > 0
x + y < 4
2x + 3y < 16

I made myself a twitter, so now I can update my status more than once every 2 hours without feeling guilty.

it's been a really tough night. really tough. if i feel the same way tomorrow, i will tell you all about it.

on a lighter note, i asked my family what the greatness of rating the 'quality' of the deer by its number of antlers was all about. why antlers? why is so much importance in hunting invested in antlers? yeah. so i asked my family that, and my uncle, who never says anything, says "because men always are looking for a really big rack."

it was the funniest thing. you had to be there. but man.

So I've been thinking a lot about giving. The reason for this is not that I'm selfish or anything, but that I could DO more. All day long, the kids at school (and teachers, of course) harp on and on about how much white people suck. How much Americans in general suck. And I sit there and go, "Well, what are YOU doing to save the world from evil? Being negative?"

I'm started my own motha fuckin' movement. Well, kinda. I'm joining a movement I really believe in. A lot of people get mad and stuff when Bill Gates doesn't contribute to every charity. But he doesn't because he doesn't truly believe in that charity. I couldn't give to something I didn't 100% believe in.

My charity? Is this:



I went on FreeRice today, and there's a new banner that talks about how for the first time in history, we have over 1 billion people suffering from hunger.

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I dunno. I am going to play FreeRice a lot more (You can also install a toolbar... every 5 searches is 2500 grains of rice!) and eventually when I have money, I'm going to donate on a regular basis. Yay!

I really believe in this so you should too.

Thank you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

it is so cold in my house, I am becoming unable to freely move my phalanges.

if I had one night to live, I'd make sure all my few possessions and dollars went to good places.  And then I'd sit with Hayley and we'd talk.  I'd watch 7 pounds, and then I'd immediately think to donate all my organs, since I'm dying and all.  When that got set up, Id talk with Hay more.  Snuggle.  Depending on how much time we had left, I would either watch Up or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  I would harvest all my crops in farmville, pet my dog.  My last meal would be wild rice hot dish.  or chicken fetticini.  I will learn how to spell that.

And then I will go to sleep.

I need to be healthy because everything else is lacking when I can't sleep, move without coughing, or sing. at all.  I can talk but only with a lot of breaks between dependent clauses.

I want to just go to bed, but unfortunately I have shit to do and an appointment on tuesday to shed. unwanted. tissue. I'll miss you.

Woah Ani where did you come from?

Me:  I'm watching a romantic comedy and it's making me miss you!

Hay:  Let's live together!

Me:  :))

Hay:  I'm so sorry that I hurt you.

Me: I'm sorry too.

Hay: I love you.

Me: I love you too.

I was watching Law and Order SVU with my sister, and then someone came to the door.  Dad thought it was laurie, so he stood up and went to open it for her.  And then he was surprised and said.. "It's hayley!"  And I'm like what?  And he's like "It's hayley!"

:)

She stood on my doorstep and gave me flowers and pumpkin seeds and asked me to be her girl.

<3

(and I said yes) (after blushing a lot)

I've had two "better" days in a row.  As opposed to one "better" and one "awful," as my previous pattern has been.

what I miss:


-snuggling

-drives home in the Cadillac listening to Tegan and Sara

-being called cute and love all day

-calling someone cute and love all day

-Paco

-being unable to hug because we are laughing too hard because we keep thinking the other person is going to tickle us

she won't talk to me.



I can't do this.  I'm sick of people telling me I can.

we broke up.

annd

yeah.




We will always be partners, if not lovers.