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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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hungry. Meh.
 And so its Chinese New Year once more. My dad just put me solely in charge of decorating the house for the occasion, and it feels odd, very odd (mainly because of the amount of moolah I have on me now). Well, in other news, I'm so lazy to do so much. Study, Blog, etc. My stomach is giving me weird problems, which I hope will go soon (because the queasy feeling is just annoying). Weird dreams are galore, from handcuffing myself as a metaphor for being too attached to people in order to get closer to them (much like what I do to the characters in Sims) and somewhat to the Love Language of Quality Time (which I think I have), to the dream last night that I kept waking from and going back to sleep to return to the same dream, to a dream in a dream about getting back into something which turned out to be annoying like anything. Maybe if I like you enough and you ask, I'd tell you. Now, its just so amusing to keep it to myself. Me and my crazy dreams. Sigh. Something I've not been lazy to do though, is to fix up with is my music. With a definite goal of "SPENCER'S MUSIC LIBRARY" of what, 7 thousand odd wonderful wonderful songs so far? I think? Its like some sea of wonderful stuff you can just dive into, or according to him, "Listen to it for a whole Maybe by the time I hit 20, I'll be around there too. |