Fake Palindromes.

Was trying not to panic a few days ago.

Not doing so currently,

but I'll just put this out there

for when it happens again soon.

It's three a.m,

I'm playing Second Life with Mark.

It just takes some time, little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.

About four weeks till term/christmas break.

Seven weeks till Mark leaves for California.

I want to be lame and quit my life now,

and commence fusion to my bed.

Losing that little bit of motivation I had

when the semester began.

Taking notice of 11:11 wishes again.

Can't fucking force myself forward some days.

I look at my life and think, god, it's going on... forever.

Then I think [I hope you don't think me silly/presumptuous]

of the short amount of time I'll have you for,

like fifty, sixty years?

God, that's devastatingly little.

Never give up,

never surrender!

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge.

Snixtyx at Home klubb hipster haven holaaa.

It was funny watching the hxckids there for the

previous band waiting patiently for

a breakdown [they actually asked Mark & Lawrs

before they started playing if there

were "any breakdowns at all? Small one?"]

so they could 2-step for ten seconds.

It's weird, the previous time I saw them play

was last year, before I ever knew any of them.

I think you'll find the pictures in the archives,

it was August and I had purple hair.

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I'm kind of curious as to who reads this space.

What kind of person reads

Stay on My Side Tonight/I Want Your Lungs to Stop Working Without me?

Tell me about yourself.

Leave me a love note on the tagboard.

What do you eat for breakfast? What are your dreams?

Tell me your life story.

Also tell me if you even understand what I go on about here.

Not many people do.

Not many people care.

I like it that way,

but maybe you, somewhere out there, can relate.

Nothing Came Out.

Two days of Amanda Fucking Palmer,

it was so surreal and very very fun.

It was a little hard to adjust back to Real Life

the next day.

I'm trying so hard not to get swamped by

all these deadlines,

trying to remain unfazed by the idea of

being a slave to some company for a

whole school semester,

gritting my teeth for that stupid grade.

All the while missing Mark when he goes off to

school and Fun Possibilities.

"Ugh I'm studying just so I can get into college

and study some more."

"I'm going to college so I can get a job

and work for the rest of my life."

As long as I have you,

all this shit can't be that bad.