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Sunday, February 22, 2009

today... i didn't use capitals.

p.s.: i title my blogs after i write them, so seeing as i wrote the title last, the response to it is at the beginning of the blog...

I HAS NO IDEA WHY :(.

it's so weird when sometimes i spend a day on the internet and it hurts to pull the plug out at night.

i doesn't want to :(. the time draws nearer, and i can feel the impending sense of doom, and the sudden awareness of my morality. (thanks yourtikken)

also, tonight i forewent a can of coke 'cause a mosquito flew into the fridge and it thought it'd be funny to make the mosquito reallyreally cold. 

i regrets. 

+ alex and becky broke up. stupid kristina :(

that actually makes me really upset. 

gahh. today has not been good. 



edittttt: i suddenly realised why. been listening to this song. very very depressing. as in like, personally depressing, as opposed to like, generically sad. 

wow i want to cry. 

comment HERE.





i am

vivien, and i ask you to convince me of otherwise.

i'd like to be

a musician
a scientist
a thinker
a photographer
a time traveler
under the sea,
in an octopus' garden
in the shade.

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