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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: Take me out so hurry come to me
Sunday, 4 January 2009 AT 3:42 pm


I want to write my third fic before college starts again tomorrow but I've got no inspiration. And do you know that I haven't been arsed to touch my college stuff for the entire 2 weeks that was our christmas holidays? I am so dead when I go back. I barely even remember who Goffman is or what his theories are. -____-

I think I have a mental disorder than handicaps me when I try to study. It's so difficult because everytime I start studying I think of something better to do that just can't wait, it's so ridiculous. I swear I have like zero self-control. Plus it doesn't help that I have the attention span of a kid surrounded by too many toys. On top on that, I am fickle as hell; only 3 minutes ago I was happily watching WGM, and then I got bored and opened a new tab to log on and ramble. By now, I'm already bored of this. I can't wait to go back to my Ant couple.
Ciao.

PS. I really am hating BS.com more and more. The only thing that's keeping me here is habit. Well, that and the massive choice of skins available. -______-

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