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DREAM OF CALIFORNICATION.
little words can say a lot. That's such an amazing realization---not a recent one though.
SATs tomorrow = lame. I didn't study although I told myself I would....should =). But the fact that all these colleges I visited basically said that they don't give a fuck about the test didn't make it any easier! Two parents asked the Brown and Cornell admission officers "what do you think about taking the test more than once?" Surprisingly we got the same answer twice: I think it's a waste of a Saturday...aka... double speak for "I don't give a fuck."
Oh welllllllll.
Why does everyone and their mom have a myspace, even people I thought were cool (aka hippies and rebels!). I'm on an anti-myspace mission. Follow me.
I just realized I have such a weakness for love songs! They're not typical love songs, though. I mean, they're good and they have quality. But they're still about love. People that don't really know me, I think, have this opinion about me that I don't care about love or that I'm cold or unhappy or something. I wonder if I really come off as that. Please tell me if I do. That's something I wanna change.
Let me rolllll itttt. -Sir Paul