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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Paper faces on parade - Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005
You can give me anything - Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005
I've heard there was a secret chord - Friday, Sept. 16, 2005
Even the best fall down sometimes - Sunday, Sept. 11, 2005
Whatever my lot - Thursday, Sept. 08, 2005

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Ugh. I feel bloated and gross. I love road trips, but at the end, I always feel like I've been eating and sitting for years, with no physical activity at all.

I'm getting bored of my layout again. Surprise, surprise. It happens every now and then. Yep, it's been about a month. A little more than that, actually... and I end up changing my layout about once a month, so it's about time. As soon as I get a free hour or so that I can spend browsing some of the layouts on beautify and find one that I like.

I'm sleepy today, and I don't know why. It's not that late right now, and I got a good sleep last night. Maybe it's just the whole car thing. I don't know. Weird.

Anyways, my brain isn't going deep tonight--it's caught in the kiddie pool of intelligent thinking. I need to do some reading for Movement class tomorrow, too, so I should get on that.

One year ago today: I'm supposed to have hope. I'm supposed to have "a hope and a future," but right now, I don't feel like it. I don't feel like I have hope for any future. I can't see. I'm blind, and I can't find my glasses. I can't find the one person who sees for me and who can lead me out of this mess. I feel so abandoned.
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