now now i am just going to shut my little trapper!

8-x

i actually might start a new journal. this is fun... i have 10 private entries in the past two days. i make them private because it feels strange starting this up again. but la la la im not writing any more here!!

in the game there is a tricky little cart sliding along the track. (don't try to visualize)
in the game, you have to push it or pull it
one way or the other- it all depends

but it isn't really an all because its not that much. (you don't know yet)
but it also doesnt matter because i've made up my mind
to sit on top of that cart and do nothing but

and "its his birthday" so how can i not?

you don't want to know all my thoughts trust me. that's just no fun.

i know the questions you're asking, i asked it and it told me. in fact it told me every word. im not kidding and if you haven't figured out already i hate sarcasm.

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i guess there is always a time when evaluation must happen- when you realize where you are, wonder how you got there, and are forced to look back and say, what the fuck was i thinking.

my bathroom wallpaper makes me feel like i am sitting inside an embryonic membrane. waiting to be born!! waiting to be born, yes. its easter isnt it? for some reason my mom has always been against going to church on easter. she is offended by the "fakeness" of the crowd who only shows up twice a year. isnt twice a year better than nothing? Or is ( Read more... )

just when it is good, really good, too good to be true, guess what?
IT IS

should i take it? make my millions and get out by 30? its tempting..

its days like today when i have a whole marking period worth of work to make up in two of my classes that i start to feel the pressure of this schedule a bit..
but you know what? DIAMONDS are made under pressure. and so are rubies, star sapphires and tourmalines.

Two nights ago I was too nervous for yesterday to sleep before 230, and last night I was too excited from winning to sleep before 3. Basically, moving on in fed challenge feels like those first two weeks of a new boyfriend. Buzzing, glowing! I think it may be love...

In the fall, field hockey was my life with college on the side. In the winter, i dropped everything (even running) and every day just sat and talked or just sat there or maybe played a game of cards.
Now in the spring i have gotten myself into every sort of competition/event/activity i could have managed. Is it sickening? heck no! im having fun :)
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