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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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Thursday, 21 February 2008 AT 12:48 pm


WRONG GUY!

I walked with Vas and Andrea to the sinks behind the canteen after school today and he was walking towards us with his posse. "Yay to me" so far. Then just as we crossed each other, he lifted his hand, twisted his head away and started messing with his hair. What perfect timing.
I'm trying to console myself with the fact that guys start preening when they see girls they fancy (according to some book or magazine), but it's not really working. All I'm asking for was a smile or even just a quirk of his lips. That can't be too much. To make matters ironical, as if it wasn't already interesting enough, it was BRENDA's "him" who grinned and waved goodbye instead.

WHAT THE HELL? WRONG GUY!!
Bren is going to whack me tomorrow.


And,
why do I always have to go for the WRONG GUYS?
I officially hate my life. Whichever person it was who said that girls born in the year of the snake will usually experience turbulence in the relationships department is so spot on. Dude, you are so freaky, you should totally have your own show. Thanks a lot.
Crap.

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