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my life makes no sense whatsoever.
i've come to realize it's not necessarily a bad thing, because i love to hate slash hate to love surprises.
and that's exactly what's going on right now.
wonderful surprises, mad good times, no school for another week...what's to complain about?
i'll tell you what...the surprises that aren't the "whoa! yay!' kind but are more the "oh...fuck" kind;
the kind that sneak up on you when you really truly least expect it.
not fun...definately a downer in all these going-ons.
especially since what i'm surprised about has no real solution or cure or any such thing as that to it;
it just is what it is and i can't make it go away, nor can anyone else really.
...i love how vague i am.
i need a new real journal....typing doesn't cut it.
i've come to realize it's not necessarily a bad thing, because i love to hate slash hate to love surprises.
and that's exactly what's going on right now.
wonderful surprises, mad good times, no school for another week...what's to complain about?
i'll tell you what...the surprises that aren't the "whoa! yay!' kind but are more the "oh...fuck" kind;
the kind that sneak up on you when you really truly least expect it.
not fun...definately a downer in all these going-ons.
especially since what i'm surprised about has no real solution or cure or any such thing as that to it;
it just is what it is and i can't make it go away, nor can anyone else really.
...i love how vague i am.
i need a new real journal....typing doesn't cut it.