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i left with two suitcases and brought one to the school.  the other is somewhere between syracuse and friedrichshafen (they aren’t really sure about the location at this point), but that’s okay.  i’m here and am in need of a nap and shower so even though i was going to sit here and write something… Continue reading here

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my plans

the washer is still running, two pairs of pants are still missing (i must look in sister’s drawers tomorrow), pictures refused to be burned onto cd’s, i have two suitcases perfectly filled (i wonder how i’ll manage to bring everything home since i have two boxes at school), and i’m exhausted. yes, another late night.… Continue reading my plans

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weird

i’m old enough that i come home for christmas. weird. i’ve spent the last day pouring over my mumsie’s yearbook looking at 70’s fashion. i found out that what my mom wore as a senior in high school resembles my wardrobe all too closely. weird. i’ve watched Devil Wears Prada twice in the last week… Continue reading weird

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there are five extra bodies (actually, six) sleeping here tonight. those from the yellow house down the street decided to stay here for a “sleepover” of sorts. it’s not the kind where you stay up all night giggling about cute sixteen-year-old boys and it’s definitely not the kind where everyone gets facials (although a certain… Continue reading

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my dream

i know what i’m going to do with the rest of my life.  i know, it’s amazing — i’ve finally figured it out!  and i’m so excited. i’ll continue living the way i do now.  i’ll keep living off my parents saving account and purchasing things i can’t afford.  i won’t ever think of getting… Continue reading my dream

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i’m here. i’m home. surrounded by the people dearest to me. and for the first time, i don’t really feel like writing. why would i when the people i write for are right here with me? i’ll just let you know that i love my home, i love our christmas decorations, i love my tree,… Continue reading