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[02 Jul 2005|03:04pm] |
Providence Rhode Island is my home, and I couldn't ask for anything more.
I've made friends. Good friends, great friends, and simply fabulous friends. I've made pictures too. Pretty ones and ugly ones. I've found myself busy for once. Very busy. I found myself walking. Everwhere. Hurting. Everywhere. Mostly on my legs and feet. I've learned lots and i'm only a third of the way into it. I guess this is supposed to be one of those things that you're meant to remember for ever and ever.
My roommate is this sweet little thing named alex[andra]. We've taken a white, 12 by 19 square foot space and created a room to envy. And our rugs are peices of heavy fabric that need to be restraightened every five minutes. I love it.
Our neighbor Annie came to join us last night. As we all lay in bed, something funny brought her to hysterics and she peed her pants. And Alex's comforter. I lost one hundred pounds just from laughing. Girl's quite a character.
I miss everyone back home.
I wish they would call me more.
"absence makes the heart grow fonder" ?
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[02 Jul 2005|02:58pm] |
It's already my third saturday at RISD precollege
and I'm already dreading going home in another month.
<3 send me mail.
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| mailbox mania |
[24 Jun 2005|12:10pm] |
Mail To:
Stephanie Rhiannon Bird
2 College Street #225
Providence RI 02903
Thank you.
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[12 Jun 2005|07:55pm] |
It was her birthday today, so we graced Boston with her presence. I love her to death, my Nana.
I'm tired to death and I'm living in a cloud. Cranky.
My dad's strife has not been in vain. Apparently he is thrilled with the Texan abode. I'm going to live there come August. I'm going to live there.
Who knows.
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| Dear Diary |
[11 Jun 2005|12:10pm] |
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I am, as of yesterday, licensed to drive.
I'm scared to drive alone.
7 nights left before RISD.
Yesterday I made a wallhanging out of molding clay. it's a tree. with a heart.
I know. You think it's typical of me. I think you've got me pinned.
Who are "you" anyway?
It's very calm on 113 Farm street this afternoon.
I'm dirty and need a shower asap 'cause there's no central air here.
My Dad drove down to texas yesterday with the cats and a sprained ankle.
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| i'm pretty self-explainatory |
[09 Jun 2005|08:42pm] |
StePhie Bur D: i'm sorry if i'm coming off as a smart-ass about everything.
StePhie Bur D: sometimes i keep talking and then i realize that i don't really know a whole lot more than the next person. I just have this silly disposition in regards to explaination.
StePhie Bur D: i'm pretentious, i think.
StePhie Bur D: i don't mean to be.
StePhie Bur D: iza gotz theoriez, kay?
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[05 Jun 2005|09:20pm] |
I'm having some technical difficulties lately.
the phone.
the computer(s).
oh lord.
+ since my mine is packed, I'm-a usin' mah ma's.
i watched a pbs special on christian performance music.
entertaining times a hundred for real.
I'm exhausted and i still have schoolwork to do.
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[05 Jun 2005|02:20pm] |
my pc is texas bound so i will not be online until i get my mommy's laptop.
call me.
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| Drive-by shootings |
[02 Jun 2005|09:40pm] |
they're de-railing the tracks from my teeth tommorrow morning and i dont' know when i'm going to finish all of this religion shit.
Plus, i bet ( you're not surprised )
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[01 Jun 2005|09:25pm] |
im almost a driver now.
or so i may claim by the merit of my brand new size small labonte's driver's education tee shirt.
i may have broken a vertabraic digit today in a sumo (sp?) wrestling match against zach z.
it's purple and it's not nearly as cute anymore.
I mourn the cosmetic normalcy and functioning ability of my third right toe.
StePhie Bur D: my toe hurts.
sushimasterx: dont move it
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[30 May 2005|07:04pm] |
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It's beautiful outside. my yard is beautiful. my parents are talking home improvement with the neighbors and eating cheeseburgers hot from the barbie. The grass is really green. Somebody get a video cam.
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[30 May 2005|03:07pm] |
woke up at 3pm today.
memorial day.
a holiday.
i feel like a waste.
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[30 May 2005|02:57am] |
a limo driver called me jackie kennedy.
i blushed.
prom was pretty.
pretty dresses pretty shoes pretty fun.
not quite beautiful.
you're pretty much an asshole, by the way, if i'm talking to you.
victoria, you made the honor roll.
you made a decision.
so, do you love properly, love? <3
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| and also with you |
[30 May 2005|02:02am] |
your grandmother married twice.
she got divorced twice.
she's gorgeous and she's got the sun in her heart and it burns her while she guides the rest of us to somewhere that might be better than this. and she's just so happy. she's just so bright. she doesn't stop shining and she won't ever give up.
and she tells you on the phone, "It's just so hard. to watch."
she's my nana, and she's sad. she's got bags like luggage under her eyes and hair white, but not quite white like nor'eastern snow. she's got a sun-spotted hand clasped to the hand of her companion of 15 years and she's...
she's crying.
I'm not.
I'm not crying. I'm thinking about her and i'm thinking about him and i'm thinking about wheelchairs and hospitails and hearts. the kind inside your chest that pumps blood. and the kind that misses things when they're gone.
are you angry? are you screaming to the world not to break your nana's heart? are you reminding joe's blood that it's got to keep pumping cause if your nana misses him, then she's not going to be the sun anymore? the light might go out on all of us. it might.
it's okay to love somebody.
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[03 Jan 2005|09:30pm] |
my teeth now chew food in the nude.
we're packing up the house like crazy people into brown card-board boxes.
I feel all grown up with my Method detergent and fabric softener. Now I just have to learn to do a loadowash.
SATs are tomorrow and i'm a little weary.
<3 i love you.
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