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s e i z e m e . . .    and try to hold on

skimming the basics:

a thousand words

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i love you diary

you help me remember what i wanted to remember

so today i had an impromptu date down memory lane with my past diaries. i guess as of late (and i'm sure i've thought about this before in the past), one of the more predominant themes in my life is my shitty memory. and that's why when i went through my diary, it was one of the more entertaining nights i've had haha. and i guess i'm inspired in a way to start writing in my diary again. although by the looks of my diary collection i tend to ditch my diary after a few entries..although my most successful diary lasted until i ran out of pages to attach notes/memorabilia (i think i'm going to get the same journal again..it was perfect with different colored sections for different types of entries..haha). blogging is pretty fun too but i have to censor myself kinda and i can't write a fuck everybody part ii here (see 25th hr, ed norton). but hey, u can still holla at your girl ;p



you know how sometimes people describe you better than you can describe yourself? or sometimes people think they know you but they don't really know you at all? well whatever the case may be, may i present you richard nguyen's a-day-in-the-life of me, dated 7/17/03:
i wake up at 3 in the afternoon everyday, unless i get a friend of mine to call me every 10 minutes and act as an alarm clock to wake me up. i'm a planner. i do things randomly with people, and when they want to hang out, if i'm free, then i'm there. but if not, i'll have to take a rain check. as for me, i dont think i'm cute or hot or anything, but my friends think i'm hot. i have sex everyday with my f*** buddies, one for everyday of the week. except for sunday, because its a holy day. next year, i will be going to ucla. i want to be a curator. and i'm totally not a lesbian. yes, i am diem quynh-le nguyen
sad thing is he still doesn't know how to spell my name properly. i swear.
things i realized/found digging through my stuff
+ i totally went to saturday detention for hookie
+ i got a 'see me after class' note because i copied homework
+ i've always been more of a planner (although i'm spontaneous if i have no plans)
+ holy shit i had a detailed calendar & related expenses in my journal
+ i have serious trust issues
+ resolutions are definitely not my thing
+ i found money, i'm RICH bitches =D

any thoughts?
your thoughts | no thoughts

always, on repeat

"get down on your knees whisper what i need something pretty i feel that when i'm old i'll look at you and know the world is beautiful then you tell me you say that love goes anywhere in your darkest time it's just enough to know it's there when you go i'll let you be but you're killing everything in me"