October 2011
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In my disappointment I read Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes-
Th nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs-
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, and Yesterday,or Centuries before?
The feet, mechanical, go rond-
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought-
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone-
This is the Hour of Lead-
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow-
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Oh the days of creeping on Kevin they seem so far away.
I am excited because Izzy is coming to visit him/me next weekend <3
Also this week is Kevin’s birthday so this is in his honor
I am physically incapable of finishing this essay
People have had to write so many already, but this is my first this year.
I really should have started it last week.
Its due at 5pm today.
This is who I am, this is how I torture myself.
Because I know my brain is going to go completely catatonic in a about 5 minutes if I keep trying to write this thing.
My professor is going to give me a look the next time I see her…and its going to...
Something I have done with my time here.
I miss rubbing deodorant on Henry.
Dear Suite-mate
please don’t kiss me on the head.
You are not my mom.
I don’t even let my mom kiss me, anywhere.
I know you want to greet me with affection.
I am a grumpy old man.
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Suggest Names for This Sloth
aaronlindt:
anderson:
What should we name the sloth from today’s show?
died and gone to heaven
What a gem
dawnlatron:
Oh Glen, this is for you Neenz..
Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
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