| i am still alive.
i am counting down the days til college.
i am dreading leaving my friends and family and beloved city.
i am wearing cutoff shorts
i am wearing a shirt i bought in korea.
i am awaiting a phonecall.
i am considering making the said phonecall.
i am nervous about emails.
i am the owner of infected sinuses.
i am pondering what it means to own body parts.
i am clammy.
i am still thinking about a phonecall.
i am driving my brother home today.
i am in love with caribou.
i am being imed by the aforementioned phonecall receiver.
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| i'm going to korea on wednesday. too weird. too weird. 11 years culminating in something i'm not particularly excited about.
it all seems so anti climactic.
we were trapped in the basement--WE WERE TRAPPED IN THE BASEMENT OF A MOTHERFUCKING TEENAGE HALFWAY HOUSE.
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| i would one day like to not have to debate the attendance of my parents
at important events in my life to the extent where i get so worked up i
canno even attend myself.
good. luck.
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| i graduated high school today.
mrs. uhl-alba sucks. she gave me a C. what is that about? douche.
everyone else was nice.
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| to let you know i'm listening to Dream Street right now.
how gay sam? how gay? probably so gay none of the people who will ever see this xanga have ever heard of them.
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