I'm done with this journal.

Add my new one;
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It will be Friends Only, and it will therefore be more personal.

Don't be offended if you don't get added back.

I'm so fucking hungry.

In a little while, I'm going out to breakfast with Phil and my parents.

Tonight, Sam and I are supposed to meet Marc at the gallery, and then we're going to see a movie at the Ritz Theatre.

Tomorrow will be lunch & CD shopping & possible movie night with some Smirnoff.

I love long weekends.

'Sup, random snow storm?

My neighborhood looks gorgeous right now.

No school, tomorrow.

Instead, I will [hopefully] go sledding with Sam.

I want this week to fly by.

How am I supposed to sleep after you keep me up smiling like crazy?

You amaze me.

School.
Play practice.
Work.

djfdlgjfdlgjdfurt.

I'd much rather go home and lay in bed with you.

You're beautiful.

Free drinks.
Free cigarettes.
Free shows.
Free paint.
Free train rides.
Free everything.

Old friends.
Old music.
Old jokes, brought back.
Old habits.
Old sleeping patterns.

New friends.
New potential.
New crush.
New mix CDs.
New month.

What a nice weekend, indeed.

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Marc!

I forgot all about that face that I used to make.

It better be worth it.

I bet it is.

This makes me feel infinite.

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I think I'm going to chop off most of my hair.

I'm tired of managing it.

Besides, I need a change.

It's better to keep things simple yet interesting.

Well, at least for now.

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