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29 November 2007

♥ thrilling thursday, kinda.

In every day, there is good and bad. Some days are better, some are worse, but always, there is balance.

There are days when you manage to get along with everyone, days when you feel pretty, days when everyone says your outfit is cute, days when people laugh at your jokes, days when you feel intelligent. There are days when you feel like perhaps all that talk about being one of a million wasn't so right after all, like maybe you are one in a million, like maybe you are truly exceptional.

There are days when your adviser tells you you're fat and that your eyeliner makes you look like a zombie, days when you can't help laughing at the word "toiletry" as you read the morning announcements over the PA, days when you miserably fail the biology quiz, and the math test, and the history essay. There are days when your car's in the shop and your best friend convinces you that a nonexistent study session is taking place in English, meaning you have to wait around for two hours with absolutely nothing to do.

I've had all those days this week... I'm ready for the weekend.

♥ the best is yet to be.
11/29/2007

♥ yours truly. ;

    "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

♥ Thank you

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