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Saturday, November 17, 2007
 2 September 2006

Love is [insert phrase]

a waking dream, a trick played by your unconscious on the present. It makes you crazy, half mad, smoke mazed, causes you to see things that aren't really there, not really. A cloud, fog for the senses. Images become sharper, clearer, etch themselves in your memory for slow, pleasurably torturous future recall.

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Is it? If Love was defined as that, and if it was on my prescription list, I'd probably think twice before taking it. :\ Oh, irony.

I flipped open my diary (the kind that historians are digging up now, Pre-blogaboutmylifeinapubliccyberdomain era ) the other day and I was reading all the mindless emotional rants about how he this and that, and I this and that, and we this and that. Lo and behold! The world where Denise is sleepwalking her Life away!

Since I have to bear with my increasingly painful to bear LOST withdrawal symptoms until Febuary 2008, I must find another form of time expenditure to stimulate my brain cells and broaden my mental focal range so that I won't be acting like the living dead when I return to school next year. Perhaps engross my mind in an interesting book, Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass, Catch-22, The Almost Moon, and the many many books which I read halfway/my friends borrowed/turning yellow on the shelf.

I need more Victorious moments in my life.

BLOGGER HATES LARRY I CAN'T UPLOAD ANY PHOTOS WHY WHY WHY. I WANT UPLOAD TEN THOUSAND THREE THOUSAND FIVE THOUSAND PHOTOS OF MATTHEW FOX BUT I CAN'T. HE IS THE most GORGEOUS MAN ALIVE and he is 41 years YOUNG. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. HOW MANY OF YOU OLD FARTS OUT THERE ARE 41 AND BEAR POT BELLIES AND PIG FACES AND FLABBY ARMPITS?!?!!? Matthew Fox is HOT HOT HOT HOT MEGA SEXY. BEATS WENTWORTH MILLER HANDS DOWN. BOOOOOOOOOOOO.



tried to hunch; 12:43 AM

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Psalms 27:4 "One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek Him in His temple."

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