May 2011
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My online Geography course started today. We’re supposed to write an intro post explaining who we are and any geography-related experiences in our past.
Do you think the professor will know what I’m talking about if I include “Sporcle quizzes”?
Because really that’s all I’ve got.
Dear cousins far away at school/grad school/internship trying to cure breast cancer,
None of those endeavors are important at all and you must report back home immediately.
Like right now.
Before I implode.
Love, Jana
“I don’t mean to say I don’t enjoy sex; I’m a properly functioning mammal and...”
– Mindy Kaling (of The Office)
Tonight I reached a new low point in my life when I found myself on my back in the grass as a six year old repeatedly bounced a beach ball off my face.
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I wish I could re-watch all of the things my riding helmet has seen. Right beside family-related things, the memories my helmet holds are my favorites.
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You Really Got Me - The Kinks
You know that innate sense of direction some people seem to have been born with?
Yeah, I don’t have it.
There was the time I ended up twenty minutes away while trying to find the Dunkin Donuts two streets over.
Or the time I hit a mailbox k-turning in the middle of the night after Mary and I got lost in our own town, again.
Or tonight. While my GPS Peter Lee sat in a basket on my counter...
“Unless your name is something along the lines of Mozart, Matisse, Churchill, Che...”
– Special Topics in Calamity Physics, Marisha Pessl
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Fun fact
If you take any Wikipedia article, click on the first link in the article text not in parentheses or italics, and repeat the process, you will eventually end up at philosophy.
wellalright:
i like when you open a new bottle of dr pepper and the carbonation releases from the bottle so fast it blows air back into your face.
i imagine it gives me the same feeling sea breezes give people when they see the ocean.
the feeling of being alive.
It’s been an exceptionally long while since a book or movie has made me really cry.
But dear god Bel Canto by Ann Patchett just made up for the entire drought. And not even for the reasons I expected it to.
I had a really angsty post drafted to finish and publish this afternoon. But after reaching the end of this book I just feel as if I lost a group of my closest friends, and I feel so...
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FIFA ‘99, baby
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Higgle Pots and Snuffy Gots!
weheartliterature:
higgle pots and snuffy gots,
always sniggling in and out,
of my bulging brain busting and bubbling,
like a higgling snuffy got freaking out.
The higgle pots fill me with glee,
swirming around my giggle maker,
oh how I love the hehehes!
Snuffy Pots make me blue,
they huffle and puff desperately,
oh snuffy pots leave me BE!
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Ladies and gentlemen for the first time since returning home two weeks ago I CAN SEE THE SUN!
Or in the words of half my facebook newsfeed,
What’s that big yellow thing?
“You know you’ve made it as a musician when girls straighten their hair to your...”
– Michael Aranda (via eddplant)
Reasons why Jana and Mary cannot communicate:
andthentheworldimploded:
Mary doesn’t like talking on the phone.
Jana doesn’t like texting all that much.
Mary loses her phone every five seconds.
Jana likes to check her texts a million times before she sends them.
Mary cannot form texts that deserve being responded to half the time.
Jana doesn’t have a keyboard on her telephone.
la la la bad excuses for best friends…
you forgot
Jana...
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So I tried to write tonight
and this is what happened:
The lizard the lizard the lizard the lizard the lizard the lizard the lizard the lizard the lizard. The crow’s brain was a repetitive wart as he watched a pineapple, with mutilated molting plumage of a gray nasty sort, fly across the bog. The pineapple landed on a crippled branch, his face to the pus-oozing crow.
“Where are you headed?” The pineapple croaked. His voice...
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Hey, Can I just say, I think you’re a really special person. And no matter where you end up,
I hope,
I hope,
I’m not sure exactly what I hope. But I was fortunate enough to meet you once. And I don’t want to pretend to feel certain our paths will cross again Just because it’s what I want.
…Pen pals?
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I cannot wait to have a kid
So I will once again have a friend who will play with all of these toy horses with me.
Remember that time I thought I’d have time to join the community band this summer?
Haaaaaaaaaaa
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Labrinth - Let The Sun Shine
It’s a grey...
