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I Wish I Was a Writer: yawn
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. Okay I have to go to bed soon (I really haven't been going to bed early OR drinking enough water, my bad times two), but I guess I haven't blogged for the past two days and I will probably forget some funny stuff that has happened. Fries and hamburgers and paninis, mmmmm so good. After that, they went to the library and I went to the mall to buy Heartland and Contra which are both amazing! I've never been told that I can't eat in here." OH REALLY?
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I Wish I Was a Writer: to do
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. Start a taxi fund. Drink two litres of water whenever I want to go drinking. Look up "butthole of the earth". Rewatch my old videos from Montreal and camps. Oh how I missed Brittany Rae! Today was fun. I also watched Hard Day's Night with my brother and older sister and it was hilarious. I don't want to go back to school! Willow tree - chad vangaalen. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). So tell me about yourself. View my complete profile. Ps im not sad!
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I Wish I Was a Writer: i like these things
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. I like these things. Movies, no matter how strange or inappropriate, with good friends. Train operators who comment about the weather and hockey games on your commute. Rock band with inexperienced players. New agendas, long conversations, playful fights involving grabbing rods (you know, the rods with clampers at the end of them so you can grab things without having to get up). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). So tell me about yourself.
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I Wish I Was a Writer: today was a long day
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. Today was a long day. 105 hour long shifts are tiring. It was slow, and I wore my boots which killed as the day went on (dumb decision on my part). Annie and I went on a dinner date. I helped my sister sell a bunch of raffle tickets. Kyle pocket-dialed the police and they came while we were doing inventory. I'm so tired of counting things (oooooh is this a bigger picture reference? No No it's not.). Yesterday - the beatles. So tell me about yourself.
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I Wish I Was a Writer: it's the middle of the week
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. It's the middle of the week. And I would just like to say that this whole week isn't actually as hard as I thought it was going to be. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). So tell me about yourself. View my complete profile. This lamb reads blogs. One foot on the ground. Adventures in the Great White North. Everything is more manageable when sorted into small boxes. Follow me on Twitter. Attention good people of the universe. Grow up and blow away.
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I Wish I Was a Writer: please please me
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. Every day I feel like I know less and less people. It feels weird to go to one class and then play cards at Mac Hall for an hour and a half after. So much wasted time. I really don't have much to do, though, so I'm not going to feel guilty. Get back - the beatles. Tags: Feelings and Shit. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). So tell me about yourself. View my complete profile. This lamb reads blogs. One foot on the ground. Follow me on Twitter.
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I Wish I Was a Writer: attention good people of the universe
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. Attention good people of the universe. After three years of blogging about stupid things, I have decided to stop blogging on Blogger and instead move to tumblr. This is basically because:. A) I already have a. Where I just reblog and like photos and stuff that other people post, so it's easier to just manage my blogs on one website. B) Tumblr is just really easy and I like the layout there a lot more. So here is the link to the new blog:. Goodbye I Wis...
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I Wish I Was a Writer: grow up and blow away
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. Grow up and blow away. We're both growing and it's strange and weird. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). So tell me about yourself. View my complete profile. This lamb reads blogs. One foot on the ground. Adventures in the Great White North. Everything is more manageable when sorted into small boxes. Follow me on Twitter. Attention good people of the universe. Grow up and blow away. Its the middle of the week. What happens when you die? Ps im not sad!
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I Wish I Was a Writer: today was the first day back at school
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. Today was the first day back at school. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be! The girl I befriended then introduced herself to the other three people sitting near us, so I introduced myself, and I guess we are friends? Or at least friendly. It was nice. My art professor is hilarious! I get to sculpt! I'm a loser - the beatles. I just found the website who discuss about. If you want to know more here it is. January 13, 2010 at 5:01 AM. May the best...
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I Wish I Was a Writer: what happens when you die?!
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I Wish I Was a Writer. Words of love along the wire. What happens when you die? Because classes and classes of science have told me that nothing disappears. Where do all of your thoughts and memories and feelings go when your brain stops? Who are you after you're dead? You're just a body, you're just a statistic. You are only a physical reminder of who you used to be. I think that is the one thing that scares me about dying. not having any more thoughts. Thinking is all that I do! View my complete profile.
