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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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title: Random is <3
Sunday, 27 April 2008 AT 3:41 pm


I've just managed to untangle my gold chain necklace which has somehow twined itself into such an unforgiving knot that I gave up on trying to solve it since last november.
And now it looks pretty again, yayness. :D

My parents are outside in the living room lounging around, watching Babel on cable. Not one of those movies that I can appreciate, exactly.
My sister has disappeared.
Girls, when do you want to come over for the promised sleepover? Just so you know, my mom (sort of) gave the green light when I asked her this morning. So decide, and let me know, aite?

There is school tomorrow. Another week of pointless time-wastage.
Too bad my parents don't see it that way and won't let me quit school early. I don't think they understand that I actually have a life and friends and things I want to do before I jet off across the globe on June 5th. I really do feel like slapping them sometimes.

I have homework. I have tests coming up. I have projects and outlines due.
But I don't care.
I wish homework was homosexual so it would do itself.

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