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Take the first phrase/sentence of the first entry of each month and post:
January: So. it's a new year. 2005. dammit.
February: in exactly 13 hours and 18 minutes i will officially be 19
March: if pledging goes beyond spring break i'm fucking dropping...this is ridiculous, absolutely fucking ridiculous.
April: sooooo i might have mono
May: tonight emotions are running high
June: Brook is coming tomorrow night to visit for the weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
July: to someone i once treasured dearly to my heart, that i still treasure, and would like to treasure dearly and forever....but...
August: So we're in the country inn suites, we come home tomorrow, annnnnd i want to be at the beach. i miss it. i don't like the fact that i'm going to have to go to work on monday...booo, i'm sick of bras and boobs
September: so it's been a while. *looks at last post* yup, a reallllllly long while. um, a lot has happened.
October: 1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
November: so i just wrote an entire entry dealing with how stressed i am and it fucking deleated it.
December: it's 11:20 when brook and i leave his apartment to drop me off back at my room.
wow. not exactly, um....happy? man, when did i become such a sad person? i used to be happy with life, with friends. i guess what they say is true, that in the new york area you grow a cold heart to survive. i don't want to survive...i'd rather die smiling
January: So. it's a new year. 2005. dammit.
February: in exactly 13 hours and 18 minutes i will officially be 19
March: if pledging goes beyond spring break i'm fucking dropping...this is ridiculous, absolutely fucking ridiculous.
April: sooooo i might have mono
May: tonight emotions are running high
June: Brook is coming tomorrow night to visit for the weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
July: to someone i once treasured dearly to my heart, that i still treasure, and would like to treasure dearly and forever....but...
August: So we're in the country inn suites, we come home tomorrow, annnnnd i want to be at the beach. i miss it. i don't like the fact that i'm going to have to go to work on monday...booo, i'm sick of bras and boobs
September: so it's been a while. *looks at last post* yup, a reallllllly long while. um, a lot has happened.
October: 1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
November: so i just wrote an entire entry dealing with how stressed i am and it fucking deleated it.
December: it's 11:20 when brook and i leave his apartment to drop me off back at my room.
wow. not exactly, um....happy? man, when did i become such a sad person? i used to be happy with life, with friends. i guess what they say is true, that in the new york area you grow a cold heart to survive. i don't want to survive...i'd rather die smiling