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I-75 is very pretty, but only during this time of the year. I was driving back to school early yesterday morning with clear blue skies and cool weather. the sawgrass is still green, but a lot of the roadside vegetation has turned red and brown. if I pretend really hard, I almost feel like I'm up north. but then I realize that I'm driving on flat pavement, and the fantasy is gone.
I dyed my hair a color only slightly different from the one I have been using for I think a year now. its a little darker. its true, only girls notice that kind of shit.
the semester needs to end already so that I can go home and bake cookies with my mom, set up the trains with my dad, and get really drunk on spiked eggnog every night. last weekend I helped decorate the tree. this weekend I will probably be putting the lights up, since my dad fell and broke his heel while stringing up the edge of the roof on saturday. okay, he probably didnt break it, but I think he should get an x-ray to make sure. he's been limping since it happened, while muttering curse words every alternate step.
I dyed my hair a color only slightly different from the one I have been using for I think a year now. its a little darker. its true, only girls notice that kind of shit.
the semester needs to end already so that I can go home and bake cookies with my mom, set up the trains with my dad, and get really drunk on spiked eggnog every night. last weekend I helped decorate the tree. this weekend I will probably be putting the lights up, since my dad fell and broke his heel while stringing up the edge of the roof on saturday. okay, he probably didnt break it, but I think he should get an x-ray to make sure. he's been limping since it happened, while muttering curse words every alternate step.