:: Friday, April 04, 2003 ::

test
:: The Girl 6:37 PM [+] ::
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New E E Cummings template!
:: The Girl 6:36 PM [+] ::
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I think it is so not worth it to try to be a nice friend to someone who doesn’t even give a damn to what you say. I think it is so not worth it when here you are trying to do something nice and ask after a person when the person does not even care and does not even reply. I think it is so not worth it to be nice and get shot down. Benefit of the doubt? If the facts are right there before your eyes, you don’t doubt it.

I will be nice for someone who really deserves it. I will reserve it for someone who does not blame me for something I didn’t do, someone reasonable. I am so sick and tired of being blamed for something I didn’t do. And it is not the first time either.

I will not become hard hearted. I will still try to extent my help whenever this friend wants it. But now I’m wary. Once bitten twice shy. Not to mention I’ve been burnt more than once.

I’m tired and wary. Friendship is not supposed to do that to you.

:: The Girl 2:16 AM [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, April 02, 2003 ::

So beautiful

Virginia Woolf's letter before she commits suicide -

Dear Leonard, To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it, for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years, always the love, always...the hours...
:: The Girl 8:31 PM [+] ::
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trying out something new
:: The Girl 8:50 AM [+] ::
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I like it that he wrote ‘yours’ under ‘me’. (even though it wasn’t as suggestive as it sounded)
I like the way he looks at me when he speaks.
I like his voice. Very much.
I like guys who wear glasses.
I like it that he does not wear a ring, or have one around his neck!
I like his clothes. On him, of course.
I like the way he smils.
I like it that when he smses me, and the way starts off his sms with ‘Christine,’

I am bummed he didn’t walk me to the car park like last week.
I noticed he smiled more when I had my hair in a ponytail. (Perhaps with hair down I look scary?)
I was dismal to see him being very friendly with another female.
I hate it that I acted like a dumb blonde (or brunette?) whenever I said something to him. (I don’t know. In class, I’m always considered to be the ditzy one.)
I hate it when he starts perspiring and adjusts his shirt. I hate it that I find that very appealing. It does not help when he is quite nicely built.

I hate to think that this would probably end up nowhere.

:: The Girl 8:44 AM [+] ::
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:: Monday, March 31, 2003 ::

click anynwhere to see stars fall out!
:: The Girl 12:53 AM [+] ::
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