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I've moved and I don't care.
But it sure was one heck of a ride. Going to keep entries for future nostlagic purposes.
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| Hang out a few eight year olds and you'll realize that they're actually more sociable and friendly than the general masses at college. Maybe its because of their genuine and innocent nature that makes them so outgoing blinded by the segregations of the simple word: difference.
Eight year olds are at the age where all boys and girls, regardless of race, can join together for a simple game of jenga, which btw im horrible at and was the center of entertainment for a whopping 15 minutes.....by all 9 of them. Surprisingly, they accepted me into their circle of jenga..even if i was 12 years older than them. I felt like I really did Fit in! (haha..im just kidding...and if you're gonna say "well thats because you look like them" ..then f*ck off biznatches)
Its refreshing to be able to reminisce how when we used to be 8 year olds....and its saddening to realize as well that they transition over the next years will mold them and their personalities. No longer will they be the warm and possess the inquisitive mind by accosting random strangers and addressing themselves first, while asking for your name, your age, and if you've ever played jenga. Some of them will grow up to be great computer science engineers, while others will turn out to be your typical china-town gangster....
Seeing them all be able to interact right now is captivating. As cheesy as it sounds, its true. Incomprehensible of the "IT" crews, the jocks, the social classes...and all of the other nomenclatures leaves me in one hand realizing that they're young and they should savor it ..while at the other hand...when high school/college hits...it'll be different. Call me gay, but i really dont care.
They're young...they'll learn it by themselves.
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| Sometimes I think it would be better for me if i was just to remain a
hermit for the rest of my life...with a four-legged character as my
only friend.
Time controls me. State-of-mind abruptly. Lost endlessly. Wants misconstrued.
I apologize, for I deserve to be alone.
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Boy,
with Winter coming, and the feeling of christmas pretty much here...it
sure makes me want to have someone. So long as the scenario
::points up there:: never applies to me.
So as we make our
way to the last stretch of our thanksgiving weekend, I would
just like to say that I enjoyed every single ounce of it...says me
and the gallon of pistachio ice cream i just consumed.
I've needed this break since the semester started..filled with
relaxation, a nice bubble bath, and a night out watching blairwitch 2
while every two seconds, a darn cough =D
Yea so
anywayz, hope everyone is well. Good lucks with finals, and with that,
i end with a couple of pictures that made me laugh till my face
hurt.
and this one... 
hahaha people have been commenting on how desperate i sound by asking for a valentine mighty early......
Perfect. >:]
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dont drink too much people......
enjoy! 
Haha that must have left a scar. Laughing is the only break I have now.
At
any rate, I hope everyone has been ok since my previous entry a
bajillion light-years ago. I've been buried underneath stacks and
stacks of work, so I haven't really had time lately to update nor
catch-up with everyone else's life.
Sooo....Its winter time
and winter sucks, in some aspects. For one, my lips start to
shrivel up and moistening them every ten seconds somehow mysteriously
elicits a red "ring" around my mouth where everyone I see
begin to ask if I have been drinking Kool-Aid....
Searching for: Designated lip-moistener. Applications are available. Remember, first come first serveeeed. Pays well >:]
Obviously,
the second alternative to smacking my lips every few seconds would
be to just let myself free. And what was suppose to be just dried skin turns out to be an afternoon snack (just kidding..sorta). Disgusting yea, but gets the job done.
In addition to all these weather changes, darkness arrives
quicklier, not being able to enjoy the warmth of the sun amongst
all this work just makes everything a whole lot harder. And whats that
I ordered? Yea, oh right..two scoops
of make-me-feel-like-shat.
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One of my New
Year Resolutions this coming year is all about being agressive. And why
not even start earlier than 2005 by beginning now.
So im going to get a jump ahead on the game here and ask:
Who wants to be my valentine?
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