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I woke up to a pleasant surprise this morning. I can barely talk and my lungs are pretty congested. I guess it makes sense considering I don't sleep as much as I should and I'm stressed out a lot of the time lately. I over-worked my poor old immune system.

Well, here's to a super-fun day of excitement. I gotta go make my lunch now. But first..

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Word of the Day

Today's word of the day is sycophant. Why? Read other people's journals today and try and point out a trend. Yeah, a sick kitten could tear down that sentiment. I think I'm officially pissed off with reading people's drivel about what great friends they are. Or better yet, people pointing out to everyone who they called last night. Wow, I call people too, people I really care about and love. But I don't point it out as if it were some sort of status symbol. "Oh look at all the important people I talk to! That means I'm important now too!" I really can't think of any other reason to point out in a public journal who you talk to on the phone. Perhaps if you had a conversation of note, but generally that's not the case. It's more like

"<lj user="popular_person_id_like_to_fuck"> allowed me to call them and therefore acknowledged my existence today. I bet they don't talk to you!"

As a student of high school I'd like to point out that this behavior isn't at a high school level. Oh no, it's far far below. This is like "will-you-be-my-valentine-and-not-his" bullshit from elementary school. Are we all really that repressed?

Note: This post is not infringing on your first ammendment rights. I'm not dictating what you or others can and can not write about. I'm pointing out behavior that's rather childish and asking you perhaps to consider what you're writing about and how that effects others if you haven't before.

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I apologise for being so bitchy today. I'm sick and tired. Literally.

I've gotta stop living such an LJ-centric life. It's really pathetic.

Way to avoid life Brod.

I'm the fucking drama queen of the universe

Apologies

I apologize for my post earlier today. But I said what was on my mind. I can be a jealous motherfucker, that's part of who I am. If you don't like it, don't list me as a friend. I also apologize for fueling that sorta drama, it's what makes LJ an unfun place. Something I wouldn't want to happen. I'm lucky to know all of you and I look forward to getting to know all of you better. Maybe I'm just a big sycophantic cocksucker too. Hey, guilty as charged.

I don' want to excuse my actions, but I was feeling really down for some reason this morning.. and lately in general. I'm looking into it, hopefully I'm not running into depression again. Prozac fucked me up in all sorts of ways although it did prevent me from doing things I should have never considered. I guess it's a good sign that I'm still a turbulent adolescent who lashes out at the world every so often.

But I'd like to think I have lots of other good qualities... like uh.. my ability to make balloon animals out of condoms. Even lubed ones.

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Isaac Stern died today. He was a masterful soloist at the violin. He was 81.