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Oh to read old livejournal posts as I sit in my bed at 2:00 am.
It makes me shudder, tear up, and laugh to myself all at the same time.
In 2004 I was dangerously obsessed with red hair! I had almost forgotten the extremity of my addiction.
I also discovered that I have/had way to many crushes on way too many boys (some fictional characters, some celebrities, some real-live).
But then when I stumble across a story about salmy licking my hand in grade 11 math class, or darrah giving me lime green suspenders, or the time little boys chased me and gill around twinshores campground and we hid in empty camp lots, that's when I remember how much I love stuff that happens to me.
Oh, and there is a post where I lament the fact that I am in love with joel plaskett after seeing him for the first time.
Some loves just, won't, quit.
Even if livejournal's dead and some of these posts make me all nostalgic, mostly I just giggle.
It makes me shudder, tear up, and laugh to myself all at the same time.
In 2004 I was dangerously obsessed with red hair! I had almost forgotten the extremity of my addiction.
I also discovered that I have/had way to many crushes on way too many boys (some fictional characters, some celebrities, some real-live).
But then when I stumble across a story about salmy licking my hand in grade 11 math class, or darrah giving me lime green suspenders, or the time little boys chased me and gill around twinshores campground and we hid in empty camp lots, that's when I remember how much I love stuff that happens to me.
Oh, and there is a post where I lament the fact that I am in love with joel plaskett after seeing him for the first time.
Some loves just, won't, quit.
Even if livejournal's dead and some of these posts make me all nostalgic, mostly I just giggle.