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| 3 May, 2004 Whew, and the exhaustion hits. From the fun filled weekend? I think not. From my endless persuit of the perfect body? Hardy har har. From being sick and tired of being sick and tired? Bingo! And so the cycle begins, though I assumed the emotions left my body the same way the blood does. Perhaps I was mistaken, for it's settled back down in the pit of my stomach (or ovaries?) And all the Diet Coke in the world won't help. We're in for a bumpy ride, folks. Maybe daring adventures tomorrow (both in and out of Arabic) will help. That is, if I can get my flat butt into action! |
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| 30 April, 2004 Was MKNAHOS a success? I suppose we haven't reached our goal yet, though are there really any set? Are we making progress? Still deep within our comfort zone, but eye glances and comments are helping. How about just being yourself without worrying what people think of you, ESPECIALLY the ones you want to like you? That's a bit harder, and just goes to show how much farther we have to go. Perhaps tonight we will attempt to cross the comfort boundaries, although somehow I don't forsee that going as planned. Maybe my problem them is planning, and not relying on spontaneity. Oh well. Nothing bad has happened yet. We just keep waiting for the good. Maybe that just takes more iniative than I have (thus far). But as the Spring begins to drift away, I see my opportunities fading (fortunately with new ones ahead). |
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| 29 April, 2004 I'm not really sure yet why I created this page. There's the normal stuff, I suppose, but isn't that already taken care of in the pureraves and the livejournals and the okcupids? Is there REALLY anything else to say? Probably not, so instead I'm going to keep some odd little notes here and there, mainly for my own benefit. I'll probably grow old and tired with it as I've done before, but I'd like to keep this up as long as I can. Why sweat over an unreachable dream? It hangs low in the sky, seemingly within grasp, but we've lived through this before and we know it's just a facade. Behind it is the emptiness I've grown accustomed to, and it seems I will have to wait that much longer. |
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