I said this today & for the first time, realized how true it is:

“Love isn’t a weakness.”

Tonight:

·          I kind of hooked one of my very best friends up with a very nice, attractive boy, & they have scheduled an “American Beauty” date in the near future.

·          Dave & Adam accompanied me to The Robin Hood, where we sort of drank, kind of, & we talked trash about randoms & Adam decided I only like boys with bad hair & Dave decided I could do better.

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·          Adam’s car was towed from Wendy’s, so I drove him all the way back to freaking ghettoville Akron. I tried to cheer him up with bad ‘80s tunes, but it didn’t work.

·          Seth & I almost hung out, except then we didn’t.

·          I came back to the 1525 to experience a sandwich hug from the freshmen & break eggs into the sink with Travis.

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·          I'm still pondering the oddity of hanging out with two guys named Dave & Adam, together in one night. All I needed was a Kevin to round out Boy-Friends-With-My-Ex-Boyfriends'-Names Night.

“Haven’t you heard that I’m the new cancer?” –Panic! at the Disco-

What a horribly boring Thursday night. I mean, could I be any more lame? I had an interview ‘til 8. I fell asleep from 9 – 10. I’ve been looking for footage of the Crocodile Hunter’s death ever since I woke up. I don't think I wanted to see it anyway, though.

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My life is still ridiculously, painfully hectic. I’m getting decent at time management, luckily. I quit The Burr because even though it’s sheisty of me to do, I didn’t want to turn in a story I couldn’t be proud of, & I knew that’s what would happen.

Today I went against my personal morals & purchased a bag of Pepperoni Pizza Combos from the Taylor vending machine. I’m opposed to pizza-flavored Combos on principal, because a red paste does NOT equal the taste of a scrumptious pizza. But man, was I hungry.

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I’m spending tomorrow night at The Robin Hood Music Bar & Grille to write a piece for Feature Writing… basically I have to approach & interview random drunks. Could that be any more uncomfortable? Kurt said he might come with me so I have a safe haven retreat, you know, for if the drunks become overwhelming…

 ’Keep telling yourself that: ‘I’m a diva…’”

“There’s a freight train coming to force your head in check. Our love is never coming back.”” –The Juliana Theory-

I’m really ready to punch myself in the face right now. It’s hard to find 20 seconds to take a deep breath these days.

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Sometimes I’m dumbfounded at the amount of ridiculously stupid people that exist within these city limits. I can’t imagine how so many morons can coexist in a single city without the whole place falling to pieces. Every day I’m amazed by the patrons at the Nat.

This weekend was a slow one. Friday was a good time, drinking & rollicking with some Stater friends & being denied waffles at Rosie’s at 4 a.m. Saturday I saw “Idlewild” with Kevin & promptly had a hysteria-induced panic attack of some sort, where I spent what seemed like a million years hyperventilating on the theatre floor as some stranger instructed me to count backwards from 100.

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And today I head back to Kent for another stress-filled week, albeit a shorter one than normal. I have 3 features stories waiting to be written: one on a liquid crystal-based couture fashion line based out of Kent, another on the revamped Robin Hood, and still another on a student who was kicked out of the Air Force for being a lesbian. They all sound interesting, but they’re already eating away at my level of sanity, which was precariously low to start with.

On the upside, I saw Peebles (even if for the briefest of encounters), so my life is now complete.

“The cure is if you let in just a little more love. I promise you this: A little’s enough.” –Angels & Airwaves-

What did I think I was doing to myself when I signed up for all this extracurricular involvement? The Stater, Artemis, The Burr, Fusion, and the Nat on top of it all. It’s a miracle I have time to breathe.
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Last night I fell asleep to the sound of neighbor boys playing cornhole beneath my balcony. Oh, Romeo… I did, however, sleep for about 12 hours, which is approximately the sum total of all my sleep this past week.

I think I’m on track toward having a breakdown at the end of every week. I had one yesterday. I had one last Friday. I’m assuming this is going to become a habit of mine. Luckily, Bryan Googles pictures of puppies for me when I’m feeling frazzled.
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I’ve really taken to BP’s French vanilla cappuccino. Who knew a gas station would serve such couture coffee?

I need to start using the Rec, if I can ever find time. This is the fattest I’ve ever been & I feel like a disgusting lump of a person. Mirrors are nightmares.
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