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Name: Angie
Birthday: 2/4/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: biology, music, flute, badminton, running
Expertise: procrastinating, Minesweeper, fabricating songs off the top of my head while doing the dishes, making paper hearts out of candy wrappers, staring at the wall, forgetting where i put everything
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  papermacheplanet
Member Since:
1/6/2004
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| I feel that things are finally settling back down to a familiar level of normalcy. With events leading up from shifting relationship dynamics and an emotionally confusing cliffhanger moment in San Francisco, I didn't know where I would find myself at the end. Whether this experience would indicate the end of a relationship, the start of a new one, or time by myself, I took it in stride and was ready to accept this change I anticipated. So, after three months, when I conclude I have been truthful with myself the whole time, why has nothing changed?
I'm not single; I'm still in a functioning relationship. This should be a good thing. Why do I feel like I don't want to return to this normalcy? It would be unhealthy to continue otherwise. Maybe I am realizing how mundane my life is, but I am looking at it from a new perspective. Maybe I want something new, different, maybe just slightly out of reach because I'm not stretching hard enough. Maybe I want something I can't reach with the current situation I'm in. It's not a bad situation, just... the same.
It's been three years, and I'm wondering about being single. Is this what they call "getting bored?"
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| My boss just asked me for the brand name of the cooler that I like. Hahahaa.
Bartles & Jaymes. YES.
Thanks Elaine, haha XD
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| Being on here instead of with population genetics. My professor sounds like a condescending ass sometimes, but damn! He knows how to give a lecture.
Ok, he's not an ass. Only because I admire him as a professor.
Goddamn, my thoughts are like Jamba Juice in the morning. Without the tasty aspect of it. Just cold, slushy, and not quite molded correctly.
I'm hungry. Goddamn.
Ok, I'll come back later.
it is one of those days when everything feels better in lowercase sans punctuation
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xkcd.com
Made me feel better about being a bio major. Now I know I have a secure future in training marine animals to DESTROY MY ENEMIES.
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| I want to see and explore so many new things, do so many new things. Or at least try.
Isn't the ambition enough to get me going? How strong is the barrier that prevents me from just taking off?
There really are too many mental manifestations that hold me back. And to think that it would be easier if it were that way, instead of being something physical. Like track hurdles, or the road less traveled.
Or a whale on a small beach: an obstacle that, instead of discouraging a passerby, would only draw her in.
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