 My favorite diaries:
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pezdispenser profile - diary |
| comments: i'm sure, were i partial to random swearing and chewing on bits of my clothing, that self-editing would be beneficial. |
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espiritu profile - diary |
| comments: nobody seems to get it. she gets it. are we the only ones? |
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arvensis profile - diary |
| comments: drink Coke. run like the wind. and do your homework! |
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kurtbrowning profile - diary |
| comments: big enough for childhood imagination. still big enough for mine. |
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jofriend profile - diary |
| comments: I'm looking slightly towards my shoulder in the direction of fantasy and imagination |
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herrkobell profile - diary |
| comments: Goodnight, sweet prince. |
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iamadork profile - diary |
| comments: I wish there was a way to convey the feeling I have within my heart in the written word |
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majadi profile - diary |
| comments: Beyond the crystal sea There I am found Whispering with warm breath Secrets that everyone knows |
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drjekyll14 profile - diary |
| comments: "If you drink this tea and you turn a shade of light purple, you might have tennis elbow, shin splints, or athlete's foot. Red indicates a terminal disease and yellow, you are dehydrated." |
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sirloin profile - diary |
| comments: your lives can all return to normal, i am back from the land of atrocious accents. |
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car2nwallaby profile - diary |
| comments: all that above is still being overpowered by that big goofy smile. |
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cyyounger profile - diary |
| comments: End dorkiness. |
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fluffabsurdo profile - diary |
| comments: Why don't the geese slow down to talk to me? |
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madame-robin profile - diary |
| comments: the above was written, not by julia, but by a loud loud girl. |
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thegreatduck profile - diary |
| comments: all we need is the antidote, it'll all make sense in the end, he said. |
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crapmaster profile - diary |
| comments: yet i do give her credit for laughing genuinely at the muffin and monkey jokes. |
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fredberry6 profile - diary |
| comments: Oh Drew, you crazy guy. |
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meltingstar profile - diary |
| comments: perhaps. |
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zoostation profile - diary |
| comments: I think I may join the peace corps when i graduate. excellent way to buy time to decide what it is i want to do with my life. |
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lostatlantis profile - diary |
My favorite music: |
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Jars of Clay |
| comments: they think I fell down again |
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Caedmon's Call |
| comments: would you love me just as much if i was just your stupid kid? would i love me just as much if I was just your stupid kid? |
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David M. Bailey |
| comments: somewhere lost in sweet shades of purple |
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Simon and Garfunkel |
| comments: so long, frank lloyd wright |
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Sergei Rachmaninoff |
| comments: speak to my soul |
My favorite movies: |
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Dead Poets Society |
| comments: Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling. Gotta do more. Gotta be more. Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming. Gotta do more! Gotta be more! |
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A Beautiful Mind |
| comments: I once tried to count them all...I actually got to four thousand, three hundred, and fourty-eight. |
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Patch Adams |
| comments: So, you're another one of those bright young men who always know the right answer....well, welcome to the real world. |
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Life is Beautiful |
| comments: Buongiorno, Principessa! |
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Mary Poppins |
| comments: Lime cordial. Delicious! Strawberry. Mmmm.... rrrRum punch. Quite satisfactory. *hiccup* |
My favorite authors: |
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C.S. Lewis |
| comments: "It is not for nothing that you are named Ransom..." said the Voice. |
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
| comments: I do not love the sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I simply love what they protect. |
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Aldous Huxley |
| comments: But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. |
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William Shakespeare |
| comments: Exposing what is mortal and unsure to all that fortune, death and danger dare, even for an eggshell. |
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Fyodor Dostoevsky |
| comments: Some completely new feelings wrung his heart with infinite anguish...tears flowed from his eyes onto Rogozhin's cheeks, but perhaps by then he no longer felt his own tears and knew nothing about them... |
