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Today my friend joined a lecture over zoom on his phone and was talking to us about how he didn't want to go and we said "are you muted" and he said "yes" but then he looked and saw that he wasn't and said "oh shit". LOL then he told the prof "my friends are leaving forever, so sorry" and the prof said "that's okay. tell your friends bye from all of us" LOLOL |
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| James Joyce |
I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. |
| Atom Egoyan |
The film camera's ability to physically move through space, not zoom through space - every time we have a video camera the movement is through zoom; every time we have a film camera it is a physical movement. |
| Richard Le Gallienne |
Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road. |
| Daniel Baldwin |
For me, for the type of addict I am, when I start getting those swirly thoughts and stuff, and they talk about slippery places, slippery people and slippery things, you know, I need to - I needed to take my cell phone and eliminate all the phone numbers, change the phone numbers so no one I knew before could call me or reach me. |
| Angelina Jolie |
I've realized that being happy is a choice. You never want to rub anybody the wrong way or not be fun to be around, but you have to be happy. When I get logical and I don't trust my instincts - Thats when I get in trouble. |
| Lisa Jakub |
If you have someone in your life that you are grateful for - someone to whom you want to write another heartfelt, slanted, misspelled thank you note - do it. Tell them they made you feel loved and supported. That they made you feel like you belonged somewhere and that you were not a freak. Tell them all of that. Tell them today. |
| Laura Ingraham |
We know that Europe loves President Obama. He had adoring crowds. The press loves Obama. The question is how will this date end? Okay? The question is, to what end? Why do they love President Obama? They love his personal story, they love his wife. North Korea, China and Russia don't really care about Michelle's arms and, you know, whether they gave an iPod to the Queen, okay? |
| James Caan |
I never saw my dad cry. My son saw me cry. My dad never told me he loved me, and consequently I told Scott I loved him every other minute. The point is, I'll make less mistakes than my dad, my sons hopefully will make less mistakes than me, and their sons will make less mistakes than their dads. |
| Feist |
I once looked over the shoulder of a friend on Facebook and it looked like hieroglyphs to me. There's merit online, of course, but social media gets super freaky. Imagine if three generations from now, people online have forgotten what date or day of the week it is. |
| Julia Cameron |
When we put the pen to paper, we articulate things in our life that we may have felt vague about. Before you write about something, somebody says, 'How do you feel?' and you say, 'Oh, I feel okay.' Then you write about it, and you discover you don't feel okay. |
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I had a dream that my friends were at my parent's house for a party I was throwing. I was really busy so I was downstairs working on something on my computer but they were all upstairs in this tiny room that had three beds in it. They were laying there talking. I came up once to see how they were doing and they tried to make me play heads-up-7up, but I told them I didn't like that game and I didn't know how to play and I left. They thought my reaction was funny and went back to what they were doing. Downstairs I was working and drinking a huge strawberry milkshake.
One of my friends was leaving and I heard her go out the front door so I went to follow her to say bye. She went out and I couldn't find shoes so I went out barefoot. She didn't see me at all and got in her car. I was going af...
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I had a dream I was at my parents house and it was summer. There were a lot of people I knew hanging out in the backyard. Some were my friends and some were my parents friends. I don't know why I was in the house. I found out we had these blue popsicles and I think I ate a few of them and I took one outside. People were barbecuing. I asked where my friends were and my parents said they were next door. I headed that way and my mom looked up and saw the sun and said "why is the sun on fire? it doesn't look normal". I looked up and I didn't see the sun but I saw what looked like the earth. It looked about 5 times bigger than the sun normally does in the sky and there was fire. I couldn't tell where between myself and what I saw the fire was. My vision was better when I looked at it though. I could see the earth in the sky 1000+ times better than my normal eyesight. I could see the mountains and the clouds and the trees and all of it was on fire.
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I had a dream that my friend and I were friends with an owl and a cat. The owl was nice and the cat seemed kind of weird. He didn't understand boundaries and I think he was secretly evil. Maybe he secretly wasn't even a cat. Then I remember something else about trying to balance on some floating raft in a pool or something and some large guy trying to knock it over. No idea.
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I had a dream that I went to my friends wedding and my bluetooth on my phone kept connecting to the DJ booth and switching the music and my friend was so disappointed in me.
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i love love love synchronicity! never in my life i thought i would share a room with ben or tom and its so cool when shit happens like that. also, never thought my friends would live in BK and id go out there with my other friends. cool shit
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I had a dream the other night that someone was chasing me through a school. They followed me everywhere but I kept sneaking away. Then more people started looking for me and they eventually found me in a locker room attached to a gym. I looked at their faces and they didn't look real. They looked more like dolls. Then I got really upset and I told them that I knew my brain was doing this to me. It was like I knew on some level that I was dreaming. Then the person who was looking for me showed up and he had a machine gun and was just mowing down kids, killing everybody. I was running away from him and he was talking to me and trying to convince me to stop running but I didn't. He was getting closer and closer chasing me through and outside and around the building before I woke up.
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Poliswag get a prof pic asap
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I had a dream that my friends were at the mall and they texted me and were like "you'll never guess who we ran into" and they had run into my parents and were eating dinner with them. I showed up and joined them and it seemed really awkward.
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Basically the overview of the dream was that we all went to a party that wasn't quite earthly and within this part there were different experiences in different places like different universes through doors. We all were at this party but it was in different places to the 3 of us. Then throughout the other dimensions we stayed together and saw some of the same places. For example in my dream we were in a downtown area like East Lansing mixed with Zanzibar and each bar we went to was a completely different experience and party. One of these other dimensions was on a desert high way where there were bridges over head and it seemed to be going to a strange place. I remember being on the phone while driving talking to my homie like I gotta get back to the place where we all were. In everyones dream there seemed to be a portion where there was a fuck ton of people. I'm leaving out basically all the details of everyones specific dream but it was some crazy shit for sure. To me, it proved ano...
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Rebecca Porter and I were strangers, as far as I knew. Facebook, however, thought we might be connected. Her name popped up this summer on my list of "People You May Know," the social network's roster of potential new online friends for me. [...] She showed up on the list after about a month: an older woman, living in Ohio, with whom I had no Facebook friends in common. I did not recognize her, but her last name was familiar. My biological grandfather is a man I've never met, with the last name Porter, who abandoned my father when he was a baby. My father was adopted by a man whose last name was Hill, and he didn't find out about his biological father until adulthood. The Porter family lived in Ohio. Growing up half a country away, in Florida, I'd known these blood relatives were out there, but there was no reason to think I would ever meet them. A few years ago, my father eventually did meet his biological father, along with two uncles and an aunt, when they sought him out during a t...
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