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wombatwanda
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Interests: Writing poetry, listening to music, Lord of the Rings, thinking, watching people blink, headless chickens, etc.
Expertise: Solitaire, playing with Kool Aid, building computers, being a member of Poultry Wheel, Bible jeopardy, being cheesy, doing nothing, blinking, forgetting what my areas of expertise are...
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AIM:  anastashab
Member Since:
4/8/2005
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| I just have to say that I really really love Mizzou. I love Columbia and everything about it and hanging out with friends or randomish people just about every evening. I love that there's so much ice cream and pizza and that the town basically is the college, so no matter where you go you see people that likely go to your college. And everyone is really very friendly. My FIG, the awkward turtles, is awesome. The people at the Rock are awesome. Rollins food is awesome. And I think it's really cool that I've already made so many new friends, and I get to keep my old friends too. Even the classes are not too bad. So I thought I'd just update you guys. I hope you all love college too. | | |
| I move in this Tuesday, and I think I'm excited because it'll be new and different to live at college, but I'm pretty sure it'll get old pretty fast. I had a dream about moving in last night, and it was actually pretty good, except I know that in my dream my room was lot bigger than it'll be in real life. Also, in my dream my roommate put the carpet in really weird, so it was like a checker pattern with squares of the tile floor coming through, and it really annoyed me. And there was a pack of markers waiting for us in the rooms, and I was like, that's odd, what do I need markers for? So I hope the real move in day is less weird.
Also, I just curled my hair. I don't know why...I guess I was bored. | | |
| First of all, thank you all my friends for your encouraging and...interesting comments on my last entry (vanilla pudding was a metaphor by the way, but you went with it, and that's fine.) Also, it may (or may not) clear things up if I reveal that my previous entry was no doubt the result of watching Pride and Prejudice one too many times (even though I watched it half a time after that...great movie).
But anyway, Ohio is completely awesome. I may live here some day, preferably in a light house by Lake Erie. Cedar Point is AMAZING (with a capital Z, and other letters) and I think you all should go there at least once in your life, just to say you have, cuz it's got roller coasters that are way cooler than any other roller coasters (even the Batman at Six Flags St. Louis--but only slightly better than that one). Well, I'm out of things to say for now. Ta. | | |
| Ok, this entry, I hope, will be slightly more sane than the last one, which does not even try to make sense. This one won't be completely sane, however, because I'm convinced that I, myself, am in fact insane. Yes, my brain definitely feels like it's turned itself into vanilla pudding. I've half a mind to find a spoon and just eat it, because that's the only way it will do me any good. No, that's gross. What am I talking about? I'm not even sure, all I know is that I'm having trouble being content with the current way things are. I'm going to be very vague, and possibly no one will know what I'm referring to. I wrote a poem last night, about fairytales. I was angry at them for making me hope for a perfect happy ending, for making me believe they could be true, because I absolutely know that I'm setting myself up for extreme disappointment. I think I may have been born in the wrong century, but I know that can't be because God doesn't make mistakes, and besides, life isn't always as it appears in literature. I should just be patient and live the life He has planned for me. I know this, and yet I have silly hopes, or rather silly dreams and very few hopes. Ugh. I say it again, ugh. Ok, I feel better now, slightly. Feel free to disregard this, I just had to write it, or had to write something, and I figured here is a good a place as any. And maybe I'm not the only one in the world struggling with discontentment. | | |
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