NEW JOURNAL OF HAPPINESS!

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It's so nice to know there are people alive who think like me.

ANYONE can stab you. ANYONE. Never trust, always be wary.

I never thought I'd be saying this, but it's so nice to hear things at night again. Light traffic, neighbors, the wind.

I have 2 new pillows that are about a foot tall. The air is cool, and I've been re-creating the 'hotel room' effect by cranking the window fan and diving under four layers of blankets.

I wake up feeling like a million bucks. If I could keep that feeling all day, I'd be in business.

There's a lot that I miss and a lot that I'm thankful for. Things are sliding around between wonderful and terrifying several times a day, just enough to keep my heart racing.

Speaking logic once a day has been just enough to keep me laughing at myself. Even if it's only a temporary laugh, everything is getting easier to picture each time I tell myself fear is not my natural state of being.

I love my books, my room feels safe. I'm getting a desk, an air conditioner and new lamps. I asked my mom to buy a carbon monoxide detector and she did. Things are moving steadily along.

Run.com has planned my route that I'll be using to go for jogs.

I will try and remember this feeling.

I is lonesome.
I wish I had wings.
I need a hug.

I started reading a book two hours ago and I've fallen in love with it. This isn't the first time it's happened. Third.

There is something so unbelievable about the fact that there are people in the world who think and feel like me. It's an incredibly joyful sadness. Joyous for me because I see I'm not alone. Sad for them because they believe they are.

I'm not sure why I'm crying.

Grades Thus Far

GEO 366: A-
PSC 319: B (ew)
PSC 100: B+ (mehr)
PD 120: A (duh)
PD 499: A (Iroq)

and the SHOCKER...
SOC 321: A- (Iran away with that one)

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Rest of Break Schedule

Saturday: Painful dentistry, libs, dinner with Tommy Tom, 'I Am Legend' the sequel
Sunday: Trader Joe's and final Christmas present opening, zoo lights
Monday: JV mall for 1) getting glasses fixed, 2) haircut, 3) Desert Moon, New Year's Eve alone :(
Tuesday: ::blink blink::
Wednesday: Mall date to see MFCs, more painful dentistry
Thursday: Maybe Buffalo, maybe doing nothing
Friday: Buff the Fuck Alo and festivities

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Textbooks (this one excites me)

1) Intro to Fem Lit: none posted
2) Women's Work and Social Change: Piya told me she won't know until the class starts.
3) Macroeconomics: HUGE Package... $150, I think, total
4) Social Problems: One textbook, $50
5) Public Policy Making: 3 books, $100 total
6) Sociology of City Life: ...

A TEXTBOOK THAT I HAVE FROM LAST YEAR'S URBAN SOCIOLOGY CLASS. GO FUCKING FIGURE.

Twill be an expensive semester. Hello Amazon gift card.

Such a wonderful evening.

Saw beautiful friends.
Saw handsome boyfriend (in sweater vest, button up and tie), who met us at Grand Central.
Went to sick sake bar.
HUNG OUT WITH RACHEL!!!!
Got private room.
Sake bombed (sake sucks).
Sang karaoke.
Made out in front of friends.
Ate bacon, egg and cheese from Rocky's.
Had orgasm.


I can sleep in as long as I like tomorrow.

I have amazing friends.
I have the best boyfriend on GOD'S GREEN EARTH.
I don't feel guilty about eating.
I know my way around the city.
I fit in smaller clothes.
I'm a good kisser.
I try new things.
I have a warm bed with a bulldog blanket.


I'm jealous of myself right now.

Undergoing dental work is perhaps one of the most undignified things on earth.

My face is covered with not only blood, but purple and green molding and silver filling shrapnel.

I am the sexiest woman alive.

And when it's all over, what sort of legacy will we leave?

What will people remember about us when we've gone?