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Name: Kara
Country: United States
State: Colorado
Birthday: 9/8/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing. Reading. Obsessing over music {Sleater-Kinney, Tori Amos, Bruce Springsteen, PJ Harvey, Elliott Smith, the Beatles, the BoDeans, Franz Ferdinand, Modest Mouse, the Smiths, Le Tigre, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Cat Power, Pretty Girls Make Graves, the Decemberists, Nirvana, Kidney Thieves, the Clash, the Goxxip, Ani DiFranco, the Shins ... and so on}. Quoting Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Over-analyzing everything anyone ever says. Trying too hard to be funny. Having really ditzy conversations in public places and then worrying that everyone was thinking what a stupid high-school girl I am. Hating the fact that I am a stupid high-school girl.
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Member Since:
3/18/2004
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| It's a little alarming how little of this weekend I've spent outside of my room, or in the company of human beings, or doing anything except lying in bed and reading. Apparently, I like Nicole Krauss and Ian McEwan better than real live people. You all should read Atonement. Like, you should really, really read it, right now, I don't care whether you liked the movie, just do it. | | |
| Sometimes, while wondering through the archives of Slate magazine, you come across a cool article like this*, and you discover that its fantastically nerdy author looks like this*, and also that he has written a scholarly history of the word "fuck", and you think you should probably seek him out and marry him. Ahem. Anyway. School is all right. I miss Denver and my friends, but I'm not very lonely yet, or I'm getting better at being lonely, doesn't really matter which. I'm reading In Cold Blood and last night I went to see No Country For Old Men (by myself, not wise), and I've been kind of creeped out all day. But immediately after I creep myself out I start puzzling over the physics of that retracting-bolt-cattle-gun thing, which is a good distraction. In conclusion, life is okay. *Fair warning, these are only cool if you're as geeky as I am. | | |
| December is fucking sadistic. I got through finals without killing myself and now I have to think about Christmas? Fuck.
I thought that being home would make me feel better about life, but actually I feel the same except that I now have nothing to look forward to.
Bitch bitch bitch. Whatever. | | |
| Books my roommate has in a row on her bookshelf:
How to Make Love like a Pornstar
Finding God Through Sex
How to Stay Christian in College
... heh.
Philosophy final tomorrow, linguistics final Tuesday, then if all goes according to plan I will be home that night. In the meantime, I need to study until my eyes melt. | | |
| I am full of angst.
I could elaborate, but won't.
Four days, then Denver.
This entry is but one syllable away from being a haiku, a little unpoetic haiku of finals-week suckiness. | | |
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