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I woke up not too late or early

Dec 27, 2009 - 0 comments
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waking up

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naked

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nintendo 64

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ganon

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zelda

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ocarina of time

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ipod songs

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casserole

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straightened hair

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steve

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Alice in Wonderland

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disney version

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chicken paprakosh

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choke

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scar pain

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raised knot

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brownies with rainbow sprinkle

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need to do

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unusual habits

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not interesting



But the world was loud, so I just stayed there in my bed. I was also naked, so it's not like I wanted to move much. I didn't want to fall asleep again before I made it to my pants.

I swear I made a concious decision this morning to skip the nintendo and let my thumb heal so I could run in tighter circles. There was logic! I was NOT just bitter about failing again to fully kill Ganon.

I'm listening to those overplayed-but-I-still-like-them radio songs that are on my ipod and I never actually listen to. I'm feeling a little nostolgic.

I realized, a few days ago. I don't remember his face. I don't even think I could pick out a crayon to color his skin anymore. I have put this all out of my head, and the realization is tearing me apart. Don't get me wrong, I never want to his that miserable face again. But I wanted to remember. How can I say I've learned when I couldn't pick him out of a lineup? And it's just pacing the back of my head, no biggie, just look him up on myspace. It's as simple as finding him on my friends page. No more complicated. And I finally did, tonight. And the second the page loaded my stomach fell out my ***. I thought I was going to pass out. Sheer surprise. I know he isn't the person I knew anyways. I don't even have the wondering- maybe I could just ping a quick Hey, how you doin? But no, never. Not ever, I will never. I don't even want to. It's plain curiosity. I almost want to cry now. Wow I'm so pathetic. I don't actually want to talk about it anymore. So nevermind.

I had some casserole and straightened my hair. Steve came over and we watched Alice in Wonderland. Disney style. Why didn't I own that movie a lot earlier than now?

I had some chicken paprakosh. I seriously apolygize for butchering that name. It was good though. Then we went back to Steves' and watched Choke. Another favorite of mine.

My scar hurts. It's actually a tiny knot, and not flat or just discolored. A very raised bump, clearly where it should not be. The rest of the skin is obviously not raised or a bump, and a high friction place. It buuuuurns. When it's touched alone it truly hurts. Not otherwise, it's like it's not there. My bad, I suppose. Haha.

I'm eating brownies! With rainbow sprinkles!
I'm not sure how I became such a freak here. And I don't mean that like lololol look I have blue hair and a nosering I'm so badass and freaky. I mean like unusual habits, distemper, and the likes. I mean like actual things I can't seem to comprehend and I'm not sure why I need to know. Not compulsively- just oddly. Not right. I have to say no, I can't just say ok do it. I have to say NO. Doesn't matter what I want or don't want. You could say Kristina do you want some cake? And I would be like BUCK NO GLASSWIPE. (Except not, but you knew what I meant there. I'm tired of getting warnings for swearing here).

Maybe that's all I had to say tonight. I feel like there's so much more, so much more I need to expose, but is there? Why would I be so interesting?

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