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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: Add me as a Poupee Friend (:
Monday, 8 September 2008 AT 2:47 pm


Well, at least the first day of school has ended.
That has got to be the most boring first day of school ever. Plus, it makes it worse that I didn't get to actually know anybody.
I did talk to people, yes, but that was just random stuff, and that can't be considered as "making friends". I've never actually had problems with meeting people before, and now that I'm faced with this new difficulty, I don't quite know how to handle it.
So the bods in my tutor class are...quiet. Mostly. That sucks big time luh; I would rather be stuck in a rowdy class anytime. I've been in artsy-fartsy, noisy, crazy, troublemaking classes all my life, so now that I'm in a different environment, I'm out of my depth. Damn.

The single person I talked most with was the girl sitting beside me in tutor, and she's (not to be mean) somewhat of a biatch, with an equally biatchy friend. Sorry. She was kind of pretty though, not that that makes up for me calling her a bitch. Whatevs. Idc, not really.
My sister got the better end of the deal; apparently her class is the type that I should've been in. And, she's made friends, so yeah. From what I've been hearing, I'd rather be hanging out with them anyday.

To satisfy some of you (ahemhem), yes there are hot guys in my class. Two or three of them, which isn't bad for a class of twenty plus people.
Hopefully the kids in my actual classes would be better. But that's tomorrow's problem.
I MISS MY FRIENDS AND DARLS MORE THAN EVER!
Okay, I shall go drown myself in Maou and RyoUchi fics now. :D

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