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What can I say? I know what I love. Lady Gaga being one of those things. Performance is another. I don't care what it is, so long as it is fun, I will love it. I have the feeling I will be doing some serious wild-oat sewing when I move out. Who knows how extreme that will be, though. I'm a mild person. |
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Notes No plans in NYC tonight. Any suggestions?What’s the best place to eat a forever alone dinner?
Joanne’s. 70 West 68th Street (212) 721-0068
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Noteselie saab’s - spring/summer 2011
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My schools (loosing) football team has a huge budget to be bused around the whole state, but our amazingly talented drama department can’t even afford new wood for sets. For our fall production of Barefoot in the Park we had to reuse the wood from last years production of Grease. You could still see the Rydell Lockers under the new paint.
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Notes There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.(Source: gallifrey-man, via dramaticgnomesareeatingmygarden)
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Two Seniors: (simultaneously) T-O-D-A-Y.
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So much homework!
APUSH essay, 3 trig assignments, and a quiz to read for.
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Anonymous asked: Jesus fuck, shut the hell up you whiny goddamn crybabies.
This guy gets it.
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Get inspired by these water-colored nails!
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Hamster
“Hey Miss At, did you know you have the mannerisms of a hamster?”
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