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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: "Eventually you fall asleep. And when you wake up, it's true. You are part of a brand new world."
Wednesday, 3 September 2008 AT 8:23 pm


Our shipment is delayed. AGAIN.
I cannot express to the full extent how pissed I am. Dad broke the news this morning over breakfast, and I immediately lost whatever little appetite I originally had (not that I had a lot to begin with, close friends should know).
Apparently, the earliest time that our stuff can arrive is after mid-September. And even then, we might have to be the ones to pay the dock company a detention fee, for them having to hold our shipment in the docks for a longer period of time than arranged, and therefore obstructing the running of their business. It's not as if we don't want our things released okay? Bloody bastards.
Hell, I don't even know what I'm going to do; I'll have to go to school wearing the same few sets of clothes for nearly a month, I'll only have one bag to use, plus all my school stuff is not with my luggage. See if I don't become the local laughing stock within the duration of my first day.
I am so dying.
Somebody, please shoot me. It really would be kinder that way.

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