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Noreia. Lives in United States/California, sometimes Steiermark, Austria/something bored teenagers say when they speak useless words into brick walls of cotton candy, speaks English and German. Eye color is green. I am what my mother calls unique. I am also creative. My interests are creative writing, fiction, reading, college student, strange/cat power, mogwai, arap strap, dresden dolls, white oleander, the earth, my butt, and other big, round things, welcome to the dollhouse, weirdos.
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Monday, February 07, 2005

from feb. 05 reader's digest:

proverbs from around the world:

"he on whose head we would break a coconut never stands still." -- yoruban (west africa)

"there is no economy in going to bed early to save candles if the result be twins." -- chinese

"with patience and saliva the ant swallows the elephant." -- colombian

"why should a man without a head want a hat?" -- chilean

"the man with nostrils is Mr. Nose among the noseless." -- hindi (india)

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there is something mystical about this time, something similar to what gypsies must feel.  this underlying layer of nightfires and dancing and clanking jewelry.  it's a strange game, discovering myself here, and it's funny how good i feel, how i'm learning really not to give a fuck if i'm liked.  because i think maybe you end up finding the people who were meant to like you, and the rest don't matter. 

my inner monologue doesn't echo so loudly now.  it's more soothing, a whisper, a mellow hum. 

beautiful, i want to tell them all -- it's all so beautiful.  and i'm not tied so tightly to someone, in so many knots, and my strings are in my own hand, i'm controlling the dance.  which makes it my own dance.  i wonder if this was here all along, if i could have found it before.  but it seems that all the clocks are synchronized with fate, that each second hand marks off a point in which i am exactly where i need to be.

listening to: dralion soundtrack (cirque du soleil)

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