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The only thing better than doom metal is doom metal and vampires.
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Earl Grey and Natasha Shneider's haunting, gorgeous voice. I am happy (-ier).
Mood:
contemplative contemplative
Background Noise:
Walking the Moon- Breaking Away
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Lord, save other people from the things I want.
Background Noise:
Qntal- Atlas Undas
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Occasionally I feel okay with myself but it's rare and people often upset it when they pretend like my weight isn't there because that would put a crimp in their plans. Hey. You're the one who cast me.

This post is a run-on.

Mood:
tired tired
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Um...I exist.

Okay, FINE, it's Wikipedia, but the point is it's there, I am not making this sexuality shit up, I am not alone in the universe.  There are words for what I am and what I like.

That is, strangely, very comforting.

Mood:
content content
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Jose Cuervo and I celebrated end of term with some friends.  Mental note: do not make plans the next day.

Oh yeah I love the X Factor and it's taking over my life.

Background Noise:
Rebecca Ferguson- Wicked Game
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Finals!  Not youtube, the Book of Face, Twitter, the X Factor, Family Guy, or Xena.  Finals.  Fiiiiiiinals.

...all-nighters.

I hate myself.

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Judging people for their grammar in a [relatively] informal setting [online forum] is unfair and elitist...I know because I seem to be doing it (without meaning to).  I am not a grammar Nazi, but when people abuse apostrophes, I cry inside.  So does Jesus.

Two of my classes, Christian Worldview and University Success, are shaping up to be completely useless.  The former because it's taught by a Christian to a class of Christians- I am the Lone Jew, operating alone- and  the latter because it's a 300-level class...about succeeding...in school...whut.

Mood:
accomplished procrastinating
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Uh, so, I'm dating a woman and I'm going to university...?

That is my life right now.

Mood:
accomplished accomplished
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Some people just don't get how badly they've fucked up, and then I get messages about "how sorry I am that I hurt you" which isn't even the point.  It isn't about how badly you may or may not have hurt me if you're just a fuck-up I want nothing to do with anymore.  Regretting the time you spend with someone?  Bad sign.  Wanting to wash all your things to get their lingering stench off them?  Petty, but at the time I couldn't shake the feeling- or the smell- of Marlboro smoke and vodka all over my belongings.  I'm fucked-up too- for telling all the ways in my life I am, even the ways that weren't mine to tell- but mostly for putting up with his shit for this long.
Background Noise:
Glassjaw- Siberian Kiss
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