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Name: Randy
Gender: Female
Interests: Peanut Butter M&Ms, triple grande non-fat lattes, my nuts...and by "nuts" i mean my best friends, not testicles, bud light and late nights, my majors, being completely left and too passionate to keep my mouth shut, sitting in the stairwell outside of waits, learning how amazing and talented and beautiful my friends are, meeting new people after i've downed a few shots, espousing the new and exciting certain something new that i learn every day
Expertise: being randy
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/18/2004
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| i want to die old, jaded, and exhausted from a life of adventure and spontenaity. and when i die i want to go to heaven, where ever it is, and find out that all along God was sharing in every emotion that i was feeling. i don't want to wear myself out, i want to wear myself in. like the t-shirt that i pulled out to sleep in last night that i've had forever and can't throw away. does that even make sense? | | |
| mmmmmm...health camp
mmmmmm....bur in the car
mmmmmm...i love my friends so much | | |
| this is the definition of chaos...
lost camera
puffy, red, swollen, achy eye caused by a rogue eye pencil with a vendetta
sick dad
working late
scheduling appointments a week and a half out
relapsing
tests over things i don't understand and have no desire to
worrying and...
waiting...by the phone, for news, in line, for everyone to finally be ready to leave, for a change of heart, for the next huge fuckin bump in the road, for airplanes, for luggage, for this day to be over
rehearsal
spilling an entire container of trader joe's chocolate covered soy nuts
rank smelling garbage that permeates the hallway...ewwwwwwwwwww
over-protective, short sighted parents and the fights that ensue with them
wondering if it's all just in my head | | |
| tuesday afternoon makes me feel like i have to plan for the next ten years of my life. i think i have forgotten how to sit still. anyone want to tie me down?
my wifey, kate, and i just discovered that we have the same hair. we're hair twinkies!
in hbse we're talking out late adulthood, so i spent last night and this afternoon thinking about what life is going to be like when i get old. right now, the picture seems pretty bleak. american culture is scared to death of aging and we treat those who cam befor us like crap a lot of the time. i know that's not in every case, but when i think about it, i have met a lot of older adults who, even if they are comfortable financially and live in a beautiful home, are alone. when i was in canada like 4 years ago, i went to the science museum in toronto and they had this photo booth that would take a picture of you and then use it to show you a picture of what you might look like 50 years later. i couldn't do it. mostly because i couldn't deal with suddenly being face to face with myself 50 years from then without having actually experienced those 50 years.
off to find my missing peace. and pieces. | | |
| back in texas and loving every minute...except for these damn required all-hall meetings at the begining of every semester. i don't need to hear the rules again, they didn't stop us before and they won't stop us now. wow, that sounded a bit rebelious...kind of exciting.
it's so great to have the k-quad back in action and to have the loft almost all back together again.
classes start tomorrow and already i am stressed out...work, school, work, school, party, work, school, school, school, work, PARTY.
someone asked me tonight what the appeal of bulemia was, not because he was curious or didn't understand, but he had recently contemplated trying self-induced vomiting as a means of weight control. i was...i don't know what i was, but it was scary. please, i beg you, don't ever ask me that question because you're considering making it a part of your daily routine. if you know me at all, you know what i'll say. | | |
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