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Name: Brittney
Country: United States
State: Florida
Metro: Lakeland
Birthday: 7/29/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Film, literature, photography, dance, poetry, bare feet, thrift stores, vegetarianism, agnosticism, razor blades, first-edition/signed/brand-new books, blood, pretty skies, the subway, sado-masochism, moments of contentment, tattoos, screenwriting, figure skating, the ads in Vogue, and the letter S.
Expertise: Deepening the blue.
Occupation: Student, cashier, performer.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  thinredjellies
Member Since:
9/7/2004
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| I miss this.
I miss all of this so much.
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| ...ahhhh, this still works!
I don't have a reason to be here, really.
Or anything to write.
I'm afraid, actually, to read through any of these and be tempted by old habits like wallowing. I aired so many feelings that I barely even acknowledge to myself anymore.
Blah, blah, blah.
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| The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls
in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling
blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the
tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the
river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to
escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is
also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with
twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement,
their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the
Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests.
Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence
against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down
against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain,
their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes
forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also
share company in the Seventh Level.
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
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| ...my capacity for happiness increases tenfold when the weather feels this much like home.
These breezes thrill my heart and ease my nerves... chilly whispers of seasons, of life in its right cycles.
Just as soon as I'm able, I'm leaving the South and never coming back again.
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| *and only 2 school days... but I sympathize a little with these kids, because I just want to get back there as soon as possible [to write my papers and check on my fish and basil]
I have never been home sick in my life. Now here i am, sitting in my home
town, missing my new home at the best place on earth.
<3 New College
Word. I keep periodically checking my e-mail on here for some reason. *Just one week...just one week* =(
missyouncf.
~J.
I've only been gone for a couple of days but already I can see that New
College is my real home. People outside this place aren't happy like
we are; they don't laugh as hard or tell as interesting stories or have
that subtle look of compassion emanating from their eyes. Don't they
understand that life is too short to avoid the glances of strangers and
withhold Hello's from those you pass on the streets? Forgive me New
College for ever doubting your ability to retain the simple (sometimes
thought silly) things that our mothers taught us at an early age like
"please and thank you"s and "I've got the door"s or even that all
people are equal and should be treated as such.
I can't wait till I'm back in your open, loving arms.
Missing you,
Kayk
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