| I think I've spent more time staring at pictures of Ewan McGregor than I have studying for finals. |
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| I need a Facebook invite... the.latest.contender at gmail dot com, please?
Got back from England yesterday. It was amazing. And I got married to three husbands.
I lived in this building (the third floor above the furniture store). There were two bars and a pub across the street, nightmare on Friday and Saturday nights. The first night was when England lost to Portugal, there were drunk people singing in the streets and passed out on the sidewalk at 3AM.
We're really hot. And I fail at the whole Icy Glare thing.
Um, yeah, the guy on the left is over a foot taller than me.
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| that last post was ridiculously angsty and greetings from England. |
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| So, I survived junior year. And I could have handled it better, spent a little more time on physics, spent a little more time trying to connect.
I feel like this year, I pretty much lost almost all of my school friends. You just drift, you know? I wasn't immensely close to any of those people, and now they're even more acquaintance-level than ever. I've lost all of the acquaintance-level people and gained one close friend. What a trade-off. But I suppose it's best to not worry about the situation too much, deal with it when the summer ends.
Anyways, I'm taking off to Canadia and England for the next six weeks. I don't update this much and no one who reads this probably cares too much about hanging out with me due to the aforementioned reasons, so I'll be back at the end of July with lots of photos of hot boys with accents. |
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| Yeah, don't use this thing very often. APs were okay. Filmed for horror/suspense today and my mother grilled Kevin and Jennifer about their college plans. Happy belated birthday to Christine and Melanie.
Lia, I should send you some Lady Sovereign songs. Hilariously bad white girl rap, including a song about Jennifer Lopez. |
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