January 2011
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I just want to finish my undergraduate career and hop on a train to Portland already.
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buchananking:
(Heart) - Baths
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I have so much to write when all I want to do is just enjoy a pint of ale, watch the sunset cast a myriad of colors on the sunset and think about how lovely things are heading.
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I just came down to three conclusions about my love life:
1. I always hit on the guys that are clearly not interested, but proceed to anyway.
2. When these guys are interested, they stop communication after the second day.
3. I come off a bit too ‘artsy.’ Yikes.
On a side note: I MUST GET TO COACHELLA THIS YEAR.
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If anyone was keeping tabs on me
today was the first day of introductory to adult ballet lessons. No, I did not start doing this because of Black Swan but because I’ve always had a fascination into this beautiful, yet competitive sport. My toes are a bit bruised, my legs feel strained, and I may or may not have a pulled some nerve in my foot. Oh well, that’s ballet to ya.
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I am currently battling the demon of creativity, reckoned to suckle at the power teat of my artistic temperament. Working in a rather different way than the usual charcoal and graphite, interspersed with India ink; this lacked characteristic personality. These experimental photo collages should be done within this evening. Maybe I can toss out my current portfolio and start fresh. Yeah.
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