"Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it." dylan

i got my car back! i'm a little dissapointed because the parts were after market and the quarter panel doesn't fit seamlessly. and the hood has some really small divets in it from painting or something. i guess we can call the insurance lady and complain but im not sure if its worth it. 4300 dollars later...[a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/50275129_80a937bfbd_o.jpg"]GOLF[/a]

It's difficult to think of moments in time as they are without our own feelings attached and/or reactions toward them. These moments happen on their own and individuals create an entire world surrounding them in order to personalize, rationalize and internalize. This shows to me that our control lies within our own reactions and feelings, which in turn means that we can determine the outcome, but only if we acknowledge this and become more mindful of how and why we react the way we do.

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if not sure, you'll be the best in denial fight and flicker outside your door, while you are just a moment in a larger space of time. on a balance beam of eternity rocking back and forth until time does stop. and maybe by then, things will make some sense. and that step in the ladder where your voice once reached, i wish rest stopped there, but time is the next step up toward something always better. a good bye moment, in denial's best way, we'll flicker and fade away.

[a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/46559556_43a02671a3_o.jpg"]my car[/a] hit a deer last night...

today im going to help photograph a wedding reception in winsted. paid! only for an hour. i dont really like weddings, but it might be a fun experience. wish me luck!

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i have to get a haircut. i hate getting my hair cut. i know, i should enjoy it like every other girl, but i don't. maybe it's because i go to a different place every time. last time, it was a gay asian guy at the mall who layered one side differently than the other. all i kept thinking about was when he put his arms up his stomach and designer underwear would show, so i didnt notice he screwed up my hair. i did find the perfect place, but it's in bridgeport near where i used to work. so, today, i am trying out a place in madison called "hair we are." it's the lamest name ever, but maybe it'll work out.

[a href="http://www.uvm.edu/~glwillia/Music/George%20W.%20Bush%20-%20My%20United%20States%20of%20Whatever.mp3"]My United States of Whatever[/a]

today, i went to the worst mexican restaurant ever. i can't remember the name but it was in milford...here's a sequence for ya.. 1. sitting outside with at least 5 flies swarming. 2. margarita's in small wine glasses. 3. 3 glasses of water for 4 people. 4. salsa that tastes like campbell's tomato soup and/or chef boyardee's spaghetti o's. 5. every other dish contained the same salsa mentioned above. 6. after leaving, went across the street to taco bell. and this is one of the first mexican restaurants in connecticut.

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