The Mind Gone to Waste

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August 2010

Jul 31, 201014 notes
My hatred for Ben Franklin

yes, he was a great guy and he wanted the turkey to be the national bird, but he was the one and only scientists to screw over the most students in college. he decided to make amps the opposite direction of electron flow. thus screwing up with everyone’s intuitive nature. real great job -_-. ugh. he just made electricity THAT much harder to understand.

Jul 31, 2010

July 2010

secret obsession number two

i am in love with bleu cheese

Jul 30, 2010
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Science Boner

“This is a matter-antimatter collision called annihilation. mas is destroyed releasing enerdy in the form of gamma rays”

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Jul 25, 2010
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Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010185 notes
confession #1

amy winehouse is my guilty pleasure.

Jul 21, 20102 notes
why i could never honor my father

i dont care, my dad owes me 1,400 and is ruining my credit in the process. i am very angry with him. and to top it off, i paid the phone bill of 200 bucks this month. -_-
Jul 20, 2010
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Jul 14, 2010
The List

5’10” – 6’00”

athletic

18-25

cauc(asian)

Agnostic/atheist

Extrovert

Has a car

Professional

100,000-250,000

drinks on social occasions/ no drugs

Jul 13, 2010
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Jul 11, 2010
i wrote myself a poem, in thirty about thirty minutes

The lonely child sits in a bleak miserly room

Hours pass, “is this my eternal tomb?”

The sound of hailish wind fills his ears

Crying, crying, it burns, it sears.

Why does window pane break?

And why kind sir does it ache?

The wrath that wraps, binds the pane

Acrimony trickles into the sane

“kind sir, approach me”, I need a guide

a trust , a loyalty is needed by my side

“as you can see I am banished,

I have repulsed all around me”

Tatters I wear will not keep me from ice 

But the cold from inside is enough to suffice

Deep in the dying sack of a vessel

My heart lays rotting, in denial

The cold from outside draws closer now

Knocking, frigid, strong as a plow

The biting wind sings its siren song

Through the broken window pane

For you do not realize kind sir,

The pane and my heart were

One in the same, broken, bitter, bane

The pain, the pane, the pain.           

-vincent la


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