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Name: Mary
Location: Superior, Wisconsin, United States
Birthday: 11/8/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: declaring shenanigans, talking in song lyrics, inspiring fear in the hearts of small children, Secret Game(TM), English-type stuff, lulz and pwnage, 19th-century German fashions, karaoke-ing "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" and "Cell Block Tango," The Who, collecting souls, pointing and giggling, schadenfreude, out-drinking everyone from Minnesota except my roommate Sam, fucking shit up, facebook
Expertise: I have expansive knowledge of the English language's structure and of random classic rock trivia...both of which have proven to be absolutely useless.
Occupation: Student/Waitress/Barrista
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  MaryProclaims
MSN: maryproclaims@hotmail.com
Member Since:
1/9/2006
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| Look guys, I'm probably not updating my Xanga anymore. Sorry...
but it's just not the same since laika_lost banninated me and broke me e-heart. *sniff*
So, good-bye forever. I'm QUITTING XANGA (OMGZ!!!!!11!!!). I shall leave you with this message:
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| I just pulled a muscle in my neck. Ouch.
I'm supposed to be reading about the life of Emma Goldman right now, but I'd rather waste time on teh Intarnets.
I may or may not do something crazy with my hair.
To be honest, all I really want right now is for it to be 5 PM already. Yes.
Meh. I don't have anything interesting right now because things are actually going really well. The lives of happy people tend to be boring, unfortunately.
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| FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK Wisconsin passed the goddamned marriage amendment Minnesota re-elected Pawlenty FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ...Well, at least we got the Senate, finally. Now there's a little bit more BALANCE in the national system. Now Bush isn't going to be able to do whatever the fuck he pleases for the next two years. Granted, he's going to try anyway, but at least now we gots reinforcements. PS hay guyz gess wot 'tis my birthday | | |
| I don't know why I still sometimes look at people's MySpace profiles. It's sad, really. They've got stupid layouts and bad pictures and poorly-written blogs. It's a pretty good source of schadenfreude, if anything, I suppose. I don't really miss last year as much as I think I do. At least I could make a little bit of sense out of last year. Right now I'm essentially trapped in my own head. I have very little, but enough, keeping me sane. I have Mike and Jeff both constantly saying, "You're getting better, it's going to get better, we're here for you, etc." I have my parents at least trying to help me, even though being at their house is the most depressing thing in the world. When I'm not at home I can at least distract myself a little bit. At home I'm just surrounded by a house I hate. I get claustrophobic there. Superior in general, actually. But that feeling should go away too, soon. I know I'm going to be fine. I just want to be okay NOW. It's a process, though. This is what I get for bottling everything up my whole life, I suppose. Le sigh. | | |
| I know I'm getting better. I don't feel like it, but I know it because I'm still logical.
But being in a dark place for a good majority of the time still really sucks. Random panic attacks still really suck. Hating being in my own house because it's depressing as Hell still really sucks.
I just want to be fucking normal again.
Everyone is being an angel to me, though. It helps.
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