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Friday, June 7th, 2002
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12:30 am - Pincombe!
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Todd...I need to find Todd.
Does anybody know where Todd is?
Please, tell me how to get in touch with Todd!!
Todd's new phone number?
Todd's address?
Directions to Todd's house?
Help me find Todd!!
E-mail is csferry@uga.edu.
Thanks.
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| Tuesday, April 23rd, 2002
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11:08 am
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| Sunday, March 3rd, 2002
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2:50 pm
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Nostalgia is a strange thing. Things you never liked when they were happening can cause your heart to ache. Things that were great can cause your heart to break. And no matter how many times you try, you can't explain what these things mean. So, I'm going to stop trying.
current mood:  nostalgic
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| Tuesday, February 26th, 2002
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9:47 pm
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4:11 pm
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So that's how it goes. I've always wondered. How it went, how it will go, how it wasn't, how it was. With nothing but fake-wood walls to call home, dirty shag carpet to dry my feet on. A new Woody Guthrie to make me feel pain, sorrow. The devil has appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street. What do I think, when the only thing to think is the one thing you don't want to be true. You've lost it, but you don't know how, or why. Or, certainly not where it went. But you know the plan will not come to fruition, you know it is gone--you're gone, like the death of an apparition. The demise of a mirage. The way a hallucination explodes into reality, but reality always blends into hallucinations. What I thought I had, I really had nothing. I'm always doing that; grabbing for things that aren't there. Trying to hold onto things that have no substance. Trying to find the perfect sentence, the perfect book, or perfect song to solve the questions I'm always raising, rather than trying to answer them myself. Trying to force words into space with no room for words, with no room for thoughts. With nothing short of complete absence of everything. So full of nothing that nothing else can fit. And certainly no more of this.
current mood:  discontent
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| Friday, February 22nd, 2002
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1:32 pm
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Why am I doing this? Seriously, that's all I want to know.
Complete boredom I suppose.
I'm hungry, tired, and hungover...I skipped classes...I need something more...
Any ideas?
Oh, and I'm pissed off because my username sucks...that's what I get for coming up with it while drunk, though...I guess.
current mood:  cranky
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2:26 am - Damn, this sucks (still).
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I apparently had delusions of grandeur. I was to make a new journal and have fun posting my first entry. But alas, the PBR has made me too drunk to remember why i ever wanted to do that in the first place.
So fuck it, I'm going to bed...but seriously.
current mood:  drunk
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