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♥ precious.
la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.
shh.

soundtrack to life.

♥ scream(?).
live.

♥ past .
instant time travel

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♥ adieu .
set them free

AMANDA
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ASH
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JOSH
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
hello, old friend. 12:18 AM


"...so, like. i'm kind of tired."

This self-imposed mechanicalism is killing me.

Just a few days more; just a few days more- and it'll be over.
I feel disgustingly underprepared. I read and read and read and nothing seems to be getting in. Spend the day working out the radius of ellipses and why there can be no values between two integers (define) in a hyperbola and reading about Pax This Pax This and angry dead people.

Lisa says:
 :O JOSH CTs ARE NEXT WEEK AND YOU WANT TO DRAG US TO WATCH HANNAH-SLUT-MONTANA'S MOVIE?!
Lisa says:
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE C'S

Have fun in Brunei, luv! Say hello to all the Brunei IGGYians for me!!!
Remember the little people when you're almost famous. ;)

Nobody wants to hang out with me because I returned from Australia a few days ago;
 ...fiiiiiiiine.
So be that way.
I shall quarantine myself and stay away and knock two wooden sticks against each other when I go out into the streets shouting "PARIAH PARIAH"
because of course I LOVE YOU ALL AND DEFINITELY WANT YOU ALL TO BE SAFE AND WELL ENOUGH TO TAKE NJ'S NOTORIOUSLY FAILABLE COMMON TESTS :) :) :) :) :) :)


Today I was on the way out to return WJ her blue Maths book when I passed one of the houses in our neighbourhood. It's got a blue roof and lots of windows and used to have an expensive convertible and a sleek little motorcycle in the garage; and a few times when I was on my way back home from school I'd catch a buzz of music and the purring of a dangerous engine and turn around to see the son of the Blue House speeding past me in the convertible, with the top down and his hand draped out of one window and a smile like rock and roll.
I remember thinking "what a beautiful boy" because he was; he looked like he should be in magazines in black and white- and his sister was as lovely and as unreachable and perched on the other side of the car with her hair blowing back and her eyes hidden behind oversized dark glasses.

So I've been on vacation and away from the Blue House for a while, yeah, so today I walk past it and see that in front of the house
there is a big Police sign that reads:
 "FATAL ACCIDENT.
 CALLING FOR WITNESSES
WITNESSES PLEASE CALL 1800-619-1828"

The roof was still blue.
 But all the windows were closed now and the expensive little car and the motorcycle weren't in the garage anymore.

...I guess one day the beautiful boy turned his music on too loud and went a little too fast and maybe turned to smile at his beautiful sister for just a little too long.

So R.I.P.
 You were pretty while you were alive.


Okay okay Cara enough of the maudlinism.
I have plenty of things to be happy about.
Like...the weather. It's not heatwaving for once and THE SUN IS GONE :D
And the One Month And A Day!!! till I pick up my travel bag and fly far, far away.
And the awesomeness of defying status quos and getting better at what we have.
And, um, friends. Who are doubtless studying harder than I am at this moment but just give me five minutes and it'll be back to studying the redirection of American policy and the Truman Doctrine for me, don't worry.
And vanilla almond cereal, and pink leopard print socks, and the smell of candy floss from the kitchen.


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it's been half an hour and I'm not back to redirection of American policy and Truman Doctrine yet.

So...adieu.

I've got a grade to pull up!