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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Saturday, October 4, 2008
bling, baby, bling.

Sem's almost over.

Need to pre-enlist but too goshdarn lazy.

I'm going to miss my classmates.
big time.

******

Paige: you see, i don't think i'm meant for love. I'd probably be

in my thirties, unmarried, drinking at a hotel bar, drowning in

misery while everyone's married and having kids.


Carl: Well, at least you're not at home, taking care of your cats.

Gab: See?!?

Paige: Well... *pauses... True.. True.

****

Book I just devoured: the other boleyn girl. [my birthday gift from sofia! Thanks sof! :)]

Watching: the vigin suicides videos. here's one.










Feeling: lethargic. more next time. :))