whoo! alright-yeah...uh-huh

first off, some housekeeping issues that i have on my mind:

1. i think people should stop using school library computers to go on myspace - yeah, totally.
everytime i walk past the computers near lockwood library, i see someone on myspace, facebook or internet shopping. we waste enough of our lives on that crap the second we turn on our computers at home, cant we spare one moment and devote it to something a little more important than whether or not we have a new friend request?

on that note: fuck myspace. fuck facebook too. that website ruined my life.

2. and i quote,
"dear weather, what the fuck?"
i wore shorts today just to give mother nature the middle finger. i wouldve worn flip flops too if i didnt have lab. knowing buffalo, it will just snow tomorrow.

3. chemistry flow charts are ridiculous and a waste of paper.

4. if i didnt already have a dream, being a sneaker promoter would be my dream job.

5. listen to the rapture - and get yourself into it.
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ive always viewed blogs as a medium in which you could get your ideas across for some audience (what kind im not sure of), or as a way to display the sappy lyrics of a song that you kept on loop on your ipod for a week and a half. both of which can be done in the most cliche and redundant way possible or mastered with a little bit of sophistication and a little less of the "remember when we were in hs?" quality.

so, with that said, i pose a disclaimer.
i am not for any of that crap mentioned above. however, this will be the only time in which i will ever give into telling the public about how frustrating relationships - or a lack thereof one is.
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all the good ones are
a. taken by yellow fever [which invariably cannot be good]
b. gay or
c. have sex with you for an entire semester, move to a major city - stop talking to you and find a girlfriend
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i suppose one would want to call this some type of pity letter i have written to myself, but in all honesty, i have few words to describe my state. i refuse to make this some personal ode to crying my puny heart out. (in fact, i had very few tears.) wondering why and merely being another soul under the status of "single" on facebook's burning questions in your profile.
in true pop-punk teenager fashion - ive deleted this person from my life. from all devices that could possibly lead me to him. well, except for one. that channel has pretty much become obsolete to me and is what it is - facetious.
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"no one should make you doubt your awesomeness." - my roommate
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dear aesop rock and/or cool calm pete,
will you marry me? i make a mean bowl of frosted flakes - you wont be disappointed.

sincerely,
Christina C.
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as with everything - i am of two minds.
a. things really suck and i would almost give a limb to be with this person.
b. what the fuck? - just bad luck.
im single. i get hit on very often. im asian and i have a large ass. you were an asshole - im sorry for your loss. i hope i meet you in a bar one day and flip you off - nyc is too small for the both of us.
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i really didnt mean any of part b.
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this is chuckanuka. he worries about everything - a lot like myself. i assure you he will make you feel better in any situation.

then, there's always this: