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Name: Carlie
Birthday: 8/11/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Boys, meaningless sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, bowling alleys, late nights, and trying to be everything to everyone.
Expertise: Losing it all but somehow never hitting bottom.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
9/27/2004
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| "At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to
be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend
not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose
who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to
stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with
you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes
close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can
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| Oh, last three weeks of the semester, how I love thee.
And the stress.
And sleep deprivation.
And falling asleep at my desk.
And caffeine dependency.
And loss of sanity.
Oh, how I love the Italians and how their five ways of saying a single sentence.
And their three forms of past tense.
And having to write half an hour of conversation for the oral final.
Oh, how I love writing papers.
And the research.
And the pain in the ass groups I have to work with.
And how they do nothing to help me.
And presentations.
Oh, last three weeks of the semester.
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This weekend was amazingly fantastic.
Walking down Main St. in the pouring rain.
Wanting to go to a certain bar because it's "oh so trendy, and therefore not me."
Showing up at Halloween parties without costumes.
Our couch eats people, but it's the greatest thing ever.
Not being able to go anywhere with Alana without making spectacles of ourselves, like at the diner.
Super scary vegetables at the Halloween parade.
Really, what the fuck is wrong with us? We're on drugs! Whee!!
I think everyone needs to come see me all the time.
The end.
P.S. i'm just gonna drink coffee for the rest of my life. it's a lot cheaper than food, and has next to no calories in it.
aaaaannnnnnnd i've eaten way too much in the past couple days. like the bazillion cookies i just ate while watching a movie.
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| Alana is so coming to see me tomorrow.
And that means craziness.
It'll be like Railroad St. in Newark.
Minus everyone having seen my boobs.
24 days until I'm home again.
I had a weird dream about Joe the other night.
I woke up, and sat straight up, because I was convinced he was going to be sitting there watching me sleep.
And it scared me and made me sad.
But mostly scared me.
However, it was pointed out to me by a friend that even if he changes, in order to get me back, changing would make him not be the man I fell in love with, and therefore I wouldn't want him anyways.
I'm spending my one class free day (our fall break consists of a day off of classes) sitting in my apartment playing computer games and listening to 80's music. And dancing.
I think I need some excitement in my life. Big time.
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| this is why i'm called bipolar.
i cry my eyes out after getting off the phone with my mom
and then i think about my friend and something he said last night
and i'm laughing hard enough to make my stomach hurt.
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