worked in a record store and felt the supreme joy of refusing service to a patron.

baked cookies for the last two weeks consecutively.

driven for 30 hrs straight with my best friend in the whole world.

written papers on philosophy that are embarrassing to read now.

put myself through school.

stayed up for 4 days not due to drugs but extreme stress.

believed in angels and reincarnation and ghosts and all sorts of unbelievable new age shit that i don't believe in now.

met thom yorke.

masturbated 18 times in one day.

came 7 times in one hr.

been in love exactly once.

told someone i loved them when i didn't.

spent days in bed, only getting up to use the bathroom.

stolen pills.

dropped out of high school.

lied to not meet people because i was scared.

written entire journals to send to someone else.

never cried for the fact that i don't have a bf/gf.

watched dawn rise more times than i can count.

smoked more cigarettes than i could count on my fingers and toes if i counted for a month straight (i bet).

loved people so much that my whole body hurt.