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sunblock [06 Nov 2006|04:12pm]

Originally uploaded by Alexsander7.

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Reason You Shouldn't Buy Things Online When You're Drunk [07 Feb 2005|08:33pm]
[ mood | guilty ]


I should be getting a pair of these in a week. WTF am I gonna do with these? I blame Rafael.

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its my birthday.... [30 Jan 2005|04:13am]
funniest thing EVER..


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It Was Then I Realized, I Don't Even Know Your Name.... [23 Jan 2005|11:02pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

Sometimes I am forced to remind myself that I like the person I have become, that these principles I cling to are worth the effort. People evolve every day; people get disillusioned and adjust, correct their opinions on life; people get emotionally raped and lose faith in others, become incapable of concepts such as being polite; people stop recognizing those which fall out of their scope of sight. And I struggle with not falling into that same infinite abyss. I like feeling alive. I like being nice to strangers. I like being a dork. And these are the same things that get me into trouble sometimes, and that sometimes cause me to sink deeper into that abyss.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to give in.

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Odious Courtesies [20 Jan 2005|02:40am]
[ mood | moody ]

Sleepless night. The third in a row. I fall asleep soundly, but after an hour I wake up, as though I had laid my head in the wrong hole. I am completely awake, have the feeling that I have not slept at all or only under a thin skin, have before me anew the labor of falling asleep and feel myself rejected by sleep. And for the rest of the night, until about five, thus it remains, so that indeed I sleep but at the same time vivid dreams keep me awake. I sleep alongside myself, so to speak, while I myself must struggle with dreams. About five the last trace of sleep is exhausted, I just dream, which is more exhausting than wakefulness. In short, I spend the whole night in that state in which a healthy person finds himself for a short time before really falling asleep. Then I awaken, all the dreams are gathered about me, but I am careful nor to reflect on them. Towards morning I sigh into the pillow, because for this night all hope is gone. I think of those nights at the end of which I was raised out of deep sleep and awoke as though I had been folded in a nut.

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Head Aches [18 Jan 2005|05:00pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

The tremendous world I have inside my head.
But how to free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times I'd rather be torn to pieces than rather it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.

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nothing... [16 Jan 2005|11:35pm]
[ mood | guilty ]

We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the grief's that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.

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My first rant... [06 Sep 2004|04:33pm]
[ mood | blah ]


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