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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
ANDRE
ASH
DEB
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07IP04!
08IP04!
JOSH
KAT
LISA
QIU
RENJEAN


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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
hello, old friend. 9:11 PM

I was going to print out the picture above and laminate it and give it to each member of the DWL; but in typical NJ fashion, Integration Tutorials got in the way.

So here it is.

I know it's already on Lisa's blog-- but think of it as...a clarion call in return. The lighting of the cyber beacons.
From you to me, and me back. 
I love you guys. 

...So. I'm tired.

I know everyone is.

Seventeen and speeding towards the road sign that reads "Burn Out", oh!

On the bright side--> Fourteen more days!
And on the not-so-bright side --> ...Fourteen more days.

The week's coming to a close, and I think my mind's going into lockdown mode because it's getting harder and harder to absorb anything. Thank God for antidrugs like running. I used to not really like running at home; but now almost every evening I get on, plug in, tune out, and run through dinner.
Now I think I know what Lisa means by just...drifting. And not caring Food can wait. At least till after we get through this. 

Thank God for small mercies.
Like...good friendships, and loud humour, and morning texts, and music (though I swear- my sister's iPod, which I have recently usurped, is starting to corrupt on me. It won't play some songs, now, but when I first got it it was working PERFECTLY. Technology h8s me why why why this is the third iPod I've succeeded in screwing over!!) and morning texts and leatherbound pages.

Okay I know this hasn't been the happiest sounding of posts-- but it's my cyber journal and I can be morose if I want.

Am looking through old pictures right now and there're words on one of them that make me happy, for some reason.

"He liked art, very much,
And sometimes his voice sounded like a painting."

...I like that. A lot.




And now off to face the day.
Chin up, everyone!

Better times're a-comin'.