About Me
Name: Cleo
Age: 20
Where: Unknown
Likes: chocolate, books, friends, family, writing, comedy, computers, CSI
Dislikes: racism, bigotry, closed-mindedness, the Undead, the Fiend
Reading: Lemony Snicket books; "Sherlock In Love"; fanfics
Listening to: Jem- Finally Woken; C.S.I. soundtrack
Quote of the Moment: "Nicky notices a man selling rope. Jakob Dylan sings the national anthem, Brass throws out the first clue, and the A-game has commenced."


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Thursday, November 18, 2004

dear insoms,

2 weeks since my last post. wow. I've been busy. work, baking, homework, fights, shopping, trips, impending holiday madness (presents, food, social calendar, what to wear), and I have a wedding this weekend. a relative I haven't seen since we were kids, when we fought all the time anyway, just sends an invite out of the blue. go figure.

I'm also fighting off getting sick and losing my mind, and trying to get more sleep to help my battle. which is not as simple as it sounds. true there's rarely anything good on at 2:00 in the morning, but still, there is fun to be had. Like, last night, I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died. (j/k)

well, homework calls. must dash. incidently, I highly recommend Hooverphonic for downtime music, esp. Inhaler; mellow rock undertone with a good beat and a house rhythm.

anyway. til next post. I'll let you know if I catch the bouquet.

Cleo opened her eyes at 6:15 PM


Thursday, November 04, 2004

"My dear girl, you can not keep bumping your head against reality and saying it is not there."

dear insoms,

this is one of those "if a tree falls in a forest" things. Up until 4 days ago, I was perfectly capable of going through life oblivious to the things I wanted to be oblivious about. Now, I've been catapulted out of my happy place and plunged headlong into reality... and I would like nothing more than to believe it's not really there. Unfortunately, that requires the ostrich mechanism which I no longer possess. *head thuds onto desk in despair* ohhhhh... this sucks.

In other news, class has become so boring I've taken up sporadic attendance. I'm going into a depression/insomnia induced baking spiral. (cookies and brownies and cakes-- oh my!) and the cause of my rude awakening (and object of the confusion to be discussed below) is due home in 2 days- with every expectation of seeing me. this really, really sucks.

Parting stuff: Staring at my computer screen around 3 the other morning, I was struck by a thought. Impure thoughts should always be confessed... just never to the person they're about. a possible addendum could be that people who are left out of them should also stay uninformed, but I kind of like it the way it is.

Cleo opened her eyes at 5:23 PM