| omg, I haven't even gone out on an actual date with this guy yet and I can already foresee myself pulling my hair out. ahhh!! I actually want to go through with it, just to test how much I can endure. o...m...g.....
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With the way things are happening, I figured this would happen sooner or later.
I really need a hug right now...like, an actual long hug.
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| It's been a while...again. This seems to be the trend lately. But it's because I've been too busy, not because I don't have anything on my mind.
So anyway, I can now say that I went to my 10-year high school reunion. Was it fun? Ehh, I wouldn't use the word "fun," but I would say it was definitely interesting. I always wondered how those people you never talk to turned out. Although honestly, I didn't recognize half the faces. Names I recognize because I was on the yearbook staff, but I look at most people and think, "What? I went to HS w/ you?"
I've been rather contemplative lately. I'm not sure if it's because it's fall, or something else...but I've been thinking about my life, where I am, where I'm going, what am I supposed to do with this thing called life. Sometimes I feel like I'm running out doing a billion things (ok, maybe only a million) that don't really matter. But I'm having too much fun so why should I stop?
I don't think it's the quarter-life crisis though. I love my life...just need to think about these things every once in a while.
On a side note, almost got hit by a stupid driver on the way home. Honked at her and gave her the finger. I think the only times I given people the finger is when they're stupid on the road.
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| This always happens to me. I spend an hour or so writing up a really thoughtful and detailed blog. Then I re-read it and decide that it's too personal to be putting up on public space.
So now I have nothing.
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| Hi Xanga world. It's been a while. Facebook has taken over my life, but I miss you because I can write on here. I've been learning things, and been wanting to write things. I seem to have forgotten how it feels to write. Maybe I'll attempt it tomorrow. It's way past my bedtime.
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