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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
is there anybody out there?
strange. got my first livejournal over ten years ago; both still kicking, feebly.

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sleeping cloudberry
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just discovered right now, poor man's chili facsimile:

-beans (i had leftover pintos and a can of black beans, so i just lumped it all together)
-tomato sauce (i had mushroom pasta sauce)
-cheese (two slices of provolone which i broke into smaller pieces)
-carb of choice (i had leftover tortilla chips)
-sour cream (or not, but i had some so it was good)

microwave for five minutes
add spices (i had taco seasoning)
eat

I'M SO WORLDY AND KNOWLEDGEABLE

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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
i totally can't sleep after nacho night. perhaps, will embark upon some light reading:



the other day, i found out what heartburn feels like. my hangovers last a full day. i take caltrate for my fragile bones, my social life mostly centers around talking to my cat and watching reality television with my roommate. sometimes, i find myself forgetting words and phrases and people's names. i grow old... i grow old... i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

can't wait until wednesday - new classes, new schedule, new major. same work ethic. but like TI says, you can have whatever you like.

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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
ALL IS WELL


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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
not to complain or anything, but.

i move in 2 days.
i'm sick with the flu.
i got a stress fracture in my left foot, i'm pretty sure.
my keys to my new place don't actually work yet.
it's 5am and i can't sleep.
my boyfriend can, though, despite the fact that he spent the last 5 hours watching weeds on my computer while i kind of drifted in and out of sleep.
i can't sleep.
i move in 2 days.
i start classes in about 4 days.
i still haven't talked to my old landlord about my security deposit.
i still haven't paid or switched the water bill in my old place.
i still can't put weight/pressure on my left foot.
i. move. in. 2. days.

fuck.

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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
strange, this boston thing.

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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
oh hey livejournal. been a while. how's it going?

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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
welcome, one and all, to maria+massive amounts of painkillers/drugz/coming off of anesthesia (still)

got my knee surgery today! well, yesterday. time is hard to keep track of, as my day post-op has consisted of peeing, sleeping, and drinking liquids with my pillz. yes, gratuitous 'z's - as someone (chelsea?) once put it, they are the spice of life.

so, okay, i had like a million things to say while i was half unconscious, but now i'm just sort of blank. i did take another vicodin in a timely manner for my pain (which has yet to manifest itself, but i'm not giving that bitch any fucking leeway, man, fuck that shit)

i guess i'll keep this updated more since i'm more or less restricted to 'keeping [my] leg elevated' for the next day and i don't know, whatever. anyway, other than that, all is sunshine and rainbows. i started freaking out and mentally distributing my possessions right before the surgery. that only lasted for about thirty minutes, though, and then i was more resigned than anything. ervis was kind enough to spend the night before the operation with me, which is nice, because at one point during the night, i woke up and couldn't sleep because i was mildly terrified. thanks, bb. :)

anyway, here's a picture of me looking like ass. i hope you all enjoy it! check out how i'm breaking out :) :) :)


ghetto love proporty
sleeping cloudberry
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OH HEY LIVEJOURNAL

so i've been on break and shit. things have happened but i don't feel like discussing them, so instead, here is a blast from my past. thank you, andrey, for this amazing love rap, dedicated to my 14 year old self from my first kiss, in all of its unedited glory (here, we see that my judgment has always been somewhat flawed; falafels would appreciate this the most):

maria in my eyes you the baddest
The reason why i like you, you dont like me cause my status
Anything in your path if you want you can have
Walk through the mall, if you like you can grab
Total it all up and out it on my tab
Then tell all your friends all the fun you had

Girl I can tell, you was meant for me
I can tell by the way you was sent to me
And it just so happens that i m seing cash

Now the more you r bitchy to me the more I adore you
That's why i dont mind doing these things for you
You did things for me i wouldnt believe you did
Thats why i always want to keep you here
u would make a dream mother for a kid
Girl, you make a thug want to get a legal gig
its only right if i spend every moment i can with you there aint nothing i wont do

dont say i got no respect for you honey
But keep it all real you come second to my money
Can you be my ghetto love proporty?
Everybody like you girl not just me
And I dont know if you really care a lot for me
I want to see you happy even if it's not with me

holla


HOLLA

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sleeping cloudberry
_mria
I'm back in Boston for Thanksgiving. The city is being persistently grey.

I'm not sure what to do with myself, but regardless, it's nice to be back in a place where the floor is clean, the dishes are done, and the bills aren't in my name.

Strange things seem to always happen to me around this time of year and of course this year is no exception. I wonder where that will go.

Ugh, sorry, this sounds cryptic. Really, I'm unbelievably tired, sick around Thanksgiving (again), and probably going to spend the day lying on my couch and reading. Probably.

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