damn the muse

I think it's tomorrow, or rather today. The words, can this just be over come to mind. I just want to pass, damnit.

Wish me luck? I need lots of it.

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Alright, here's a question. And I need answers from everyone who comments on my blog. Please. ::smiles sweetly::

When you comment, is your info being remembered, or have the cookies died suddenly? Use this post to test to your heart's content.

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He doesn't read this (I don't think), but it's still worth mentioning. Happy Birthday my dearest bro. It's so clear you're a Tauras, but I luvs ya anyway. Enjoy being 24!

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The secret is out! Moveabletype version 3.0 is now in beta stage, and I can now say that I was an alpha tester, and I'm still testing it. It doesn't like me very much though.

I may upgrade this blog to the beta eventually once one of the minor/major kinks is fixed. That, and well I'd be lost without MT Blacklist. Stay tuned.

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I did something different today with my hair. I killed the bangs. Swept them back, ironed them straight with my jibere iron, and now I'm considering growing them out for good this time. There's only one downside. I gleefully asked C. how I looked because I was amused. "You look older."

Ouch!

Ok, ok. Vanity forsake me. I get a kick out of hearing my roommate's friends incorrectly guess my age. Miss America I am not. Nor am I 21. I look great for being 26.

That isn't senial, though when I find I can no longer remember the words to Porgia Amor it's rather frightening. But that's another story. I'd rather say, "Damn me to hell." Now I'm just playing around to see who can quote me there.

I'm in the mood for change, and whether the bangs go or stay, well I can't believe I'm posting about it. How mundane.

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How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax. I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you
I scratch at your waist line... your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, an escape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

(Chorus) Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing...
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line baby
Can you pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know

Now our history is for sale
And for that I apologize
You see you're my only know how
The study of when I believe I belonged to you
You see I've made you into something delicious,
My sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

(Chorus)

"Amazing" by Blue October

P.S. Thanks Margaret

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I haven't lost interest, its lost interest in me. These are gloomy days, and it could just be the hormones. I wish it were the hormones. It could also be that I get results for one test this week, and in three weeks I get the results for the big one.

I don't want to fail again. The fact of the matter is, I'm not dreading retaking the damn thing. The hardest part about it all is the fact that I feel like such a damn failure when I don't see my name on that list. It affects everything, and it feels like I'm proving all the naysayers, and it's the worst feeling in the world.

Damn it, I really should stop being such a coward and email the man at the EEOC too.

I'm stronger than this, but November kind of knocked me down a few pegs.

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It was announced yesterday that Wonderfalls has been canceled. Courtesy of aintitcool. This sucks.

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I needed a week of absolute apathy. Don't give a damn. Wham bam thank you ma'am. Just a week of dry heat, family ties, and movies galore both on the small screen and big screen. Call it denial, but so far I've enjoyed my vacation to my parent's house, and have I mentioned that A Perfect Circle is excellent in concert. I want to marry Maynard James Keenan's voice. That is all.

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