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a smile appears on my face everytime I think of my PIC. she makes me happy. in an ideal world, my PIC would be the happiest person. ever. but… it's never turned out the way we wanted it to be, has it.
Truth Hurts Part Sixteen -------Christopher's Point Of View------- Did she actually kiss me!. Sure, it was on my cheek, but still. She walked out of there, with me just staring shocked.
I'm a pessimist in a sea of optimists, and my pessimism is always in discussion.
I got some surprising news today.
Wow it’s sunny today not the best of weather since it hinders my ability to remain glum and blame it on the weather, no excuses today.
My mom and I has always been on neutral terms. But sometimes as far as all moms go, she tends to get on my nerves.
~Again, this is a non-fiction tale.
Owl City - Captains and Cruise Ships A song that reminds me of my foundation year in college. This was my alarm ring tone on my phone.
Chapter 2 - Alice Wednesday 1st April 2012 Ding. ... Ding. That noise... I woke up all foggy eyed and rolled over to switch off the ararm.
Life is too short to be creating enemies when you least want it. I remember this senior in an event in my college I'm currently participating. He's so... Judgmental with our work.
Had the weirdest and most heartfelt encounter today. It was only six forty a.m. when I arrived at school.
I do not get how bad it went, a day ago we were all happy and living our lives, but now it feels like it has ended.
Currently studying musical theatre at college, and I'm coming to the end of my first year. Let me tell you right off, I would not change my time doing this course for the world.
The warmth of the sun rays creeping through her curtains awoke Mercedes the next morning.
It's 3:04AM and I'm lay in bed reading the rather wonderful Opuss. I have essays to write and psychologists to analyse for Monday so sleep doesn't sound like a bad idea.
I'd like to share a theory that was passed on to me about why university students seemingly can go out and get drunk every night and still go on to pass their exams, coursework and degrees.
Every diurnal course of my squalid perseity was utilized conceiving ways to conquer an omnipotent, invisible calumniator: BOREDOM. Let me count the ways.....8 hours a day were taken by classes.
One of the few pleasures at P.S.G. was tea-time. Classes were over for the day, teachers had departed on their rickety scooters, and everyone was a lot more relaxed.