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My room is clean, my room is clean. My room is really pretty, my room is pretty.
I don't think livejournals are stupid. I wouldn't know if a myspace was stupid or not because I refuse to get one because its stupid!
The curtain falls. His reign will END!
I'm doing my 8 page research paper on Neo-Paganism in America today. We'll see how that goes.
I miss all my friends who are away at college. Away. Lots of people seem lonely and bummed.
I'm having one of those days where I feel like I have no direction. Money wouldn't help. Money doesn't buy motivation.
I want to sing. I want to dance. I want to climb a mountain and look at the sky ever closer to me and let my feet leave the ground.
I can so vividly imagine the music, the lights, the stench of makeup and sweat. The sheer energy. Not just the ballet. I don't want to be a prima ballerina. I don't want to be famous. I want to climb to the peak in my own mind, and take in the moment of just being there, and then, and then, turn around to face the next mountain miles away.
I can't wait to go backpacking with my dad.
Does anyone know Ceci's livejournal thing? If she has one? Anyone. Anyone? Beuller, Beuller.
Angle oh speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper?
I don't think livejournals are stupid. I wouldn't know if a myspace was stupid or not because I refuse to get one because its stupid!
The curtain falls. His reign will END!
I'm doing my 8 page research paper on Neo-Paganism in America today. We'll see how that goes.
I miss all my friends who are away at college. Away. Lots of people seem lonely and bummed.
I'm having one of those days where I feel like I have no direction. Money wouldn't help. Money doesn't buy motivation.
I want to sing. I want to dance. I want to climb a mountain and look at the sky ever closer to me and let my feet leave the ground.
I can so vividly imagine the music, the lights, the stench of makeup and sweat. The sheer energy. Not just the ballet. I don't want to be a prima ballerina. I don't want to be famous. I want to climb to the peak in my own mind, and take in the moment of just being there, and then, and then, turn around to face the next mountain miles away.
I can't wait to go backpacking with my dad.
Does anyone know Ceci's livejournal thing? If she has one? Anyone. Anyone? Beuller, Beuller.
Angle oh speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper?