I'm a little dissapointed in myself for not more then halfway through my novel through the summer, I've been a procrastinator and I'm not even a third of the way through it.
Poetry is something I almost feel like I'm giving up on- it's just not really fit for me. I'll give it some shots though, just not many.
Today the rest of my family hit the shore but I'm here getting things done- laundry, some homework, writing...I'm hoping to turn in every single fucking homework assignment that gets tossed my way this year, and every project too. I need to do good.
My ex boyfriend got rushed to the hospital today, or yesterday, I'm not sure. I haven't spoke to him in weeks but I still hope he's ok. I don't know why I'm so deadly calm.
I'm seeing Lacuna Coil soon, and Epica in January. VIP tickets, can get in first to get to the front of the pit, and can hang out with the band afterwards and beforehand. I'm fucking pumped!
Chamber Choir has been nice, but pretty busy scheduling. I'm singing the national anthem on Wednesday with them at the Phillies game in front of about 40,000 people- I hope I'm not shaking in my boots when I get to the field lmao.






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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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life is a work of art, so you oughta paint it colorful.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
I appreciate it
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we're high above the ground; we're no where to be found.
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