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In other news,
The playground by my house-the one that used to be a big wooden castle, the one that me and my mom would walk to almost every day when I was a toddler, and I would play in-has turned into a big, metal, ugly playground. That's right. They took the castle away.
My fear of needles isn't just about pain! Going to a homeopath turned out to be more like going to a psychiatrist. It was kind of nice, actually. It just gave me more to think about.
I saw Larkin, Justin, Kraus, Nutter, Katie Lee, Nora, Liz Dunlop, the kid that graduated when we were freshmen that always played the guitar, ben backup, dylan ..wadja..levie..or something..maybe? Jonathan Ogle, and Margaret Hudgings, all in one night. Quite interesting.
Three more colleges to apply to, unless I decide to add some more. Why do I torture myself like this?
The shortest day of the year means that from now until summer, the days will be getting longer! Woohoo! I love sun.
I don't mean to rush time along, but I'm super excited for the Mexican exchange students, and my senior project.
How much imperfection in somebody is okay? How much can somebody not live up to your ideal for you to accept them as...anything? What if you just have really high standards?
Somehow, writing in livejournal seems...slightly awkward now. Maybe I'm just out of practice.
The playground by my house-the one that used to be a big wooden castle, the one that me and my mom would walk to almost every day when I was a toddler, and I would play in-has turned into a big, metal, ugly playground. That's right. They took the castle away.
My fear of needles isn't just about pain! Going to a homeopath turned out to be more like going to a psychiatrist. It was kind of nice, actually. It just gave me more to think about.
I saw Larkin, Justin, Kraus, Nutter, Katie Lee, Nora, Liz Dunlop, the kid that graduated when we were freshmen that always played the guitar, ben backup, dylan ..wadja..levie..or something..maybe? Jonathan Ogle, and Margaret Hudgings, all in one night. Quite interesting.
Three more colleges to apply to, unless I decide to add some more. Why do I torture myself like this?
The shortest day of the year means that from now until summer, the days will be getting longer! Woohoo! I love sun.
I don't mean to rush time along, but I'm super excited for the Mexican exchange students, and my senior project.
How much imperfection in somebody is okay? How much can somebody not live up to your ideal for you to accept them as...anything? What if you just have really high standards?
Somehow, writing in livejournal seems...slightly awkward now. Maybe I'm just out of practice.