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summer time, summer time, brought me back to thinking you were mine. hello new blog.  monday is a terrible day. for friendships. for work. for waking up. for classes. recently returned from art classes - my fingers are still coated with a fine layer of ingrained charcoal. The keyboard is losing it's shine. poor darling. I cannot think of a single thing worth writing in a first entry. so I'm done. |
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The internet is so surreal. I hate it for that. I could easily fall in love with this boy I talk to - except he lives on the other side of the world. I think I am almost in love with him anyway - despite how much I avoid thinking about him as a real person. It's so unfair. Distance is the worst, and internet is the worst, and everything is the worst. If we even lived in the same country I could allow a little hope to creep in - but as it is, not only does distance get in the way, but so do my own opinions on internet dating. And I have to go to classes in a few hours and I have Colour Theory. 
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an afternoon spent driving round the suburbs in my best friend's car listening to live ramones, mcr, billy talent, and greenday... is the best. I want my own car... a lot, a lot, a lot... now I wonder.. can you can post pictures on this site? I'll figure it out. I couldn't help but notice that people on this site is vurrry nice and friendly, which is wonderful. so you all have swell days. 
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