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GINA
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sagittarius; 23; dob 112382; dancer; literati; artist; God is my savior; mellow; idealist; urban existence; vintage; seeking knowledge; chameleon; copasetic; only mildly reserved; lippy when not fed; hungry for something; thirsty for living water
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stealing cupcakes from windowsills and being a general menace to society. RESPECT.
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Member Since:
10/22/2002
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| there's too much history for me to start writing here again, but i got a new home and i posted an entry tonight. thank you pat, aggie, and carlyne for a good car ride conversation that found me back here. is anyone out there in xangaland? i don't recognize anything or anyone, since everything has changed over here. but then again, so have i.
cheers!
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| i've never met anyone like him before. i hope that we last. | | |
| early tonight i bought a box of "krustyO's" from the local Kwik-E-Mart (yes, they revamped/painted/decorated/deckedout a 7-11 down my street into one [complete with Buzz Cola and Squishees but no Duff Beer in case some of you were wondering] which in my opinion such clever marketing for the Simpsons with its legions of loyal fans).......
i thought a new simple change to my layout would instill in me some kind of drive to post a real content-driven entry, but i doubt it will. i still haven't found the urge to write here again...after racking my brain for a good explanation of being MIA all of the sudden (or just an extremely long-lasting case of writer's block) i've given up. the only reason that sounds even the slightest bit rational to me is that xanga existed for me during a time and place in my life when thoughts were so clouded in my mind that xanga was a great outlet to release them all into the air. that, and i admit that at the time, connecting to the world beyond my immediate reach was something i so desperately desired. for "certain" individuals to know how i was doing and what i was doing. i guess what changed was that i no longer felt the need for them to know. that if they really wanted to know, they could just pick up the phone and dial me. afterall, seeing someone face to face, hearing their voice on the phone, hell, even sending postal letters to one another all seem much more genuine. i DO understand that people need to blog to release thoughts, regardless of whether someone is reading or not. so all you loyal xanga bloggers, keep doing you. i still come up here occasionally and read entries to find out how friends from past and present are doing.
but for myself, i believe that xanga subconsciously reminds me of a place and time in my life that i have since moved on from. and that its best that i regard xanga like a photo album...a good keepsake of memories, but not something i need to fixate on daily. best kept as an occasional trip down memory lane. so with that said, here's what i wrote around this time in 2006:
i would like to drive in the middle of the night out to some cliff that only a few people know about and perch myself on a sturdy rock and sit there with a blanket of stars above us and the entire cityscape before us and converse for hours until the sun began to rise.
the weather at night has made me extra romantic
i want to feel connected [to You, to the universe] some how
"some music needs air"
and what i wrote in 2005:
i know nothing is ever that black and white, but sometimes its better to make definitive boundaries than to always settle for just a gray.
i finally accomplished 2005 in 2006-07, albeit it was a silent and subtle boundary that had finally drawn itself over time. and well, as for what i wrote in 2006, i'm sure i'll accomplish that within the month.
cheers to walks down memory lane via xanga. i could reminisce more but i'll restrain. it is 4 in the morning and i rarely sleep this late anymore...goodnight y'all.
♥g
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| today's been a really good day. | | |
| tryptophan... that chemical that turkeys are naturally laced with? i have that to blame for my post-thanksgiving "itis" (for all the boondocks fans), i K.O.-ed at a record breaking 10:30pm... so weak. thanksgiving was great though, ours was smaller this time, only 10 of us, but i made a filet mignon dish and of course, my famous garlic mashed potatoes, both of which were completely killed before the night was over. they sang me happy birthday and even bought this delicious cake that was not too sweet, but fluffy and topped with strawberries, kiwis, and peaches, my favorites. can you believe i'm 24? i certainly don't act a day over 21, and i don't look, dress, or have a lifestyle that could be indicative of my age... and i'm glad. i have the rest of my life to feel old, i'm basking in what scarce amounts of "youth" i have left in me.
my cousin is moving to china and handing down to me a completely new and overly expensive sofa that he bought his now ex-girlfriend, as well a dvd player, and another couch. the apartment really needs it though, we don't have anything in the living except all the boxes of my stuff that i can't fit into my room.
i had some tearful "moments" with both my parents, and it felt good...
wow. 2007 is just around the corner isn't it?
i have a feeling thats going to be my year.
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