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So, I got my domain back – this will stay up so links don’t go dead, but the new address is, again, http://girlgonemad.net

And, for clarification’s sake, this is my blog. I tell the truth as I’ve experienced and witnessed it. I don’t lie. You choose to visit this blog. You choose to spend (or waste) your time reading about my life. If you’re unhappy with me, I hope you can approach me in a mature manner and not get into the middle of business that you have nothing to do with.

I wish you had heard the things he said about you.

– The Girl

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Days that is.

The official date is Sunday, so I’m looking for a huge, swingin’ all my girls kind of party (all my boys are invited, as well)…

Who wants to get me all liquored up and do really bad karaoke on Saturday night? Comment for directions.

It’s looking like I’m going to be able to stay here. No getting kicked out of school – at least not yet. I’m still withdrawn from those two courses, and I still have a final tomorrow morning.

I’m strangely unfazed (unphased) by this.

You know, I have no idea what the fuck I am.

I’ve changed my AIM screen name. For the moment I’m still connecting to the old one, but in a few days it’ll be completely gone. If you’d like the new name, email me or leave a comment with your email address.

I am keeping this blog, but I removed myself from social bookmarking sites. I’m thinking of changing my name, hailing a cab and buying a ticket to the middle of nowhere as soon as school is out. None of this is working, no matter how hard I try.

Where the hell did all of this self-consciousness and slamming my head through a window come from?! I’m confused!

Technorati hates me, so I have to post to claim my blog. Please forgive this pointless thing.

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This is going to be about things that are none of your business. I’m going to say them and you can read them and invade my privacy. You can say whatever you want to, I don’t care, but this isn’t going to say anything that doesn’t mean anything.

I made a promise to a friend that I wouldn’t physically hurt myself, and sometimes I don’t care enough to keep that promise, but I have this feeling I need to keep my word don’t respond with all this shit about don’t kill yourself, because you’re not saying anything new. This is not for you. This is for me. If I don’t do it to myself, I can’t stop it. Once I sat on a bench and I couldn’t stop staring at the stars, this one star in the sky and I said five five five five, like I was a record stuck on a number I didn’t know why it was five, but it was. I came into my room and I broke all of my connections.

I do that a lot. I break my connections. I am not here. I am not there. I am not anywhere, and no one can find me. And you can touch my face and say that you can see me and you can hold my hand but you don’t know. And when I say that I am gone I mean it even though you see me right in front of you and I’m gone.

We’ve renamed my Classics professor Agnes (pronounced Ahn-yes), as in the French. He loves it.

Meanwhile: anyone interested in hearing some super awesome porntastic Hellenistic poetry?

Is “I miss you blogging! Why don’t you blog anymore? I miss your blog! I just don’t know what’s going on with you because you don’t blog!”

So I crack and start a new one and what happens?

I FIND OUT EVERYONE WAS LYING!

Currently Reading

Eve Ensler, Insecure At Last

Brettell and Sargent, eds. Gender in Cross-Cultural Perspective

Quoth the Raven:

"Girls aren't beautiful, they're pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know, that they have lost something and picked up something else."

-Henry Rollins
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