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I hope this changes: October 2009
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I hope this changes. Monday, October 26, 2009. Every Essay I Write Turns into Trash. OMG analysing English is such a joke! Except it's a really bad joke and nobody's laughing. I mean, have you ever found yourself listening to the most tasteless joke, that it shouldn't even be called a joke, and just listening to the a blasphemous string of words makes you want to rip your heart out at the sound of such sadness and despair. Analysing English is like, an infinity times worse. You know what's fun? This Plac...
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I hope this changes: All We Ever Wanted was to be Accepted
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I hope this changes. Sunday, September 13, 2009. All We Ever Wanted was to be Accepted. I was wrong, I don't mind. The impossible seems possible. This time I'm an electric wire. If the sun can radiate then so can I. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Christ saved me. People may be intimidated by the fact that I'm living for a cause greater than myself, but I believe it's what keeps me grounded and what defines me. View my complete profile. All We Ever Wanted was to be Accepted. It Means No Worries.
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I hope this changes: 151209
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I hope this changes. Monday, December 14, 2009. Okay fine. I'll be taking my talent somewhere else. Come on Talent, let's go'. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Christ saved me. People may be intimidated by the fact that I'm living for a cause greater than myself, but I believe it's what keeps me grounded and what defines me. View my complete profile. Present Perils, Christmas Carols. Its Been A Long Time, I Shouldnt Have Left You.
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I hope this changes: Alice
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I hope this changes. Saturday, September 19, 2009. 8220;But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked. 8220;Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Christ saved me. People may be intimidated by the fact that I'm living for a cause greater than myself, but I believe it's what keeps me grounded and what defines me. View my complete profile. All We Ever Wanted was to be Accepted. Overcast Skies and Lullabies.
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I hope this changes: January 2010
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I hope this changes. Sunday, January 17, 2010. Variably Cloudy with Chances of Sun. I think I might try this for a while :). Monday, January 11, 2010. In the Night, Like A Thief or a Comet. 738am I woke up today to find my windows vibrating ever so furiously and my roof shaking so profusely, that I thought to myself, I thought: 'SURELY THE GODS MUST BE ANGRY! But no, it was just my dad walking around the house. Much. Sunday, January 10, 2010. Oh The Light, It's Bright Outside. Of course it is. Hypothetic...
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I hope this changes: Bring Me Flowers
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I hope this changes. Thursday, November 5, 2009. For successful applicants, details of the interview and folio presentation will be sent to you by Friday 6 November 2009'. I thought today was the 6th and I rushed out to check my mailbox in the morning before my Psychology exam. But mum said the postman only drops by in the afternoon. So I checked again after my exam- found some dust and a dead moth. WHY DOESN'T THE POSTMAN DELIVER MY MAIL IN THE MORNING? One of life's most confounding questions.
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I hope this changes: This Place was a Prison
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I hope this changes. Tuesday, October 13, 2009. This Place was a Prison. After exams last year, I got my results and I felt as though I had fallen so far from hope. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Christ saved me. People may be intimidated by the fact that I'm living for a cause greater than myself, but I believe it's what keeps me grounded and what defines me. View my complete profile. Every Essay I Write Turns into Trash. This Place was a Prison. Cold Mornings Never Seemed Nicer.
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I hope this changes: Present Perils, Christmas Carols
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I hope this changes. Friday, December 25, 2009. Present Perils, Christmas Carols. Aww, it's only a few hours past Christmas and I already miss it. Anyway, thought I should keep you posted. Lately, I've just been devouring enough food to rapidly increase my body mass by tenzillion kilotonnes, but don't worry, I'll be joining the Fitness First Free Holiday Program very soon! Mm I hope that works out. Also, I've been watching 'The Office' a lot. Have you seen it? You should. It's hilarity. Thomas Ho Kit Loo.
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I hope this changes: Oh The Light, It's Bright Outside
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I hope this changes. Sunday, January 10, 2010. Oh The Light, It's Bright Outside. WELLLLL. This is slightly troubling. 6.24 am and I'm still awake. I can't decide what to do. Is it early enough to have breakfast now? Of course it is. GOOD MORNING ☀. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Christ saved me. People may be intimidated by the fact that I'm living for a cause greater than myself, but I believe it's what keeps me grounded and what defines me. View my complete profile.
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I hope this changes: Cold Mornings Never Seemed Nicer
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I hope this changes. Friday, October 2, 2009. Cold Mornings Never Seemed Nicer. Today, Bethany and I filled balloons with fruit loops and milk. We also drew happy faces on our cereal bombs to remind our victims to smile. So every time we threw it, they would see a smiley face hurtling towards them before it smacked them in the head, decorating them in a glorious mess of soggy rainbow breakfast. Delicious. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Every Essay I Write Turns into Trash.
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