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bad_luck_love
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Birthday: 10/13/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: anime (especially shounen-ai)
learning japanese
anything alternative
emo
religious studies
philosophy
humanities in general
Expertise: cutting class ^.^
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  BaDLucKLovEHigh
Member Since:
1/3/2004
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| daniela's slam poetry... i dont believe i'm trying to put it into words
the way she can... her voice is amazing, beautiful, resonant in
body, soul and sound. her words touch a part of you that you
didn't even know existed, reveling in the complexity of her
alliteration, allegory and assonance, the metaphors and the
metaphysics, the harmonic cacaphony beneath the melody. Pattern
without boundaries, a score without strict measures, off beat yet on in
its own way. Seeing that for the first time felt like rapture; i
was her only audience member, and yet, if the room had been filled, she
could have reached every person with both vivid imagery and abstract
ideas.
Her tongue moves like liquid... and i can now understand why mandela says she gives such great head.
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| i don't understand people at all. They can be so conceited and yet so selfless at the same time, and i can't tell which is the illusion and which is the reality.
so there's tylar. i met him at a party a few weeks ago, we've been partying together and he's really cool, and smart, too, as i found out after watching Chasing Amy with him and talking to him until like seven in the morning. And having some really good and interesting conversation.
Not three days later, I hear he's confessed to one of my close friends that he feels 'guilty' for hanging out with me and feels like he's 'ruining' my relationship with my boyfriend. Who the hell does he think he is? I've known him for like a week and he thinks that he's going to split up me and my boyfriend, who i've been with for a year? You're gonna have to do a little better than calling me when you go out to a party for that to happen, and even then, i doubt i would change my mind.
And what does that say about his opinion of me? that i'm so fickle i'll just latch on to the first guy that i find the slightest bit interesting? that i'm so easily swayed in my affections that i would let a whole year of hard, long-distance work go to waste for HIM? Sure, we had a deep conversation, but i live for those, can't you see? I need that deep connection to remind me that other people think, too, and i'm not all alone in my head.
And on top of it all, i get the guilt trip from mandela that i shouldn't hang out with him because its going to hurt my boyfriend.
i already have issues with girls betraying me, i'm about done with guys, too, now... and what the hell can i do?
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| when mandela speaks of his homeland, i fall in love with his words,
imagining a paradise covered in tropical fruits, beautiful trees,
wonderful, generous people... i know i'm a victim of exoticism,
but it all seems so much more real than paved roads and expensive
currency. His native tongue is the softest i've ever heard, more
so even than the french he also speaks.
though my annoying roommate interrupts us with her own problems, right
now i see only the beautiful; even her drunken, swollen lower eyelids
give her dignity.
the world is so beautiful right now, so full of life, art, culture...
late night talks are so inspiring... i wish i could see through these eyes all the time.
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| days that start and end well give me such renewed confidence in the
world and humanity... thank you to the boyfriend and working proxy
servers. My conscience gets a pat on the back for not letting
lust get in the way of love, no matter how much i would have adored the
drama... and ultimately i win either way. Sweet fuckin' deal!
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| Alyssa Jones is my idol.
and if you don't get the reference, you should watch Chasing Amy.
Snoochie Boochies! | | |
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