| Sudbury |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|07:16 pm] |
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So I've been in Sudbury for almost 2 weeks. It's very different up here. I'm not sure if I like it or not yet. Too early to tell I suppose. Although the good thing... I'll never be bored... I'll have WAY too much to do! |
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| Thoughts |
[Aug. 4th, 2006|07:37 pm] |
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So I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about a lot of different things and I've realized that the more I think about certain things the less I like them, and therefore the less I like me. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm an emotional person. I wouldn't always classify it as a bad thing, but it can be. I have a short temper and short tempers aren't usually a good thing. It's caused me to say a lot of things that I'm not particularly proud of. It's one of those things that I'm only vaguely aware that I'm doing when it's happening. Part of me is telling me just to keep my big fat mouth shut and let myself calm down a bit, but I can never seem to do it. To anyone I've hurt I'm sorry, please know it's not intentional. |
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| Well... |
[May. 9th, 2006|08:48 pm] |
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Well apparently I've made my decision.. Come August, I will be in Sudbury doing the school thing. |
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| Weird |
[Apr. 20th, 2006|08:43 pm] |
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So usually whenever I'm dreaming, I know the person by what they look like.. They may have one name, but I'll be able to think "that's really ___" based on what they look like.. Last night I had a dream about a guy... He had no name.. and he didn't look like anyone I know.. Weird. |
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| School |
[Mar. 23rd, 2006|10:47 am] |
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So I just recently applied to 5 different schools for the Nursing program.. and now I have to wait to hear back.. I hate waiting, waiting really isn't a virtue I have! |
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| A little funny... |
[Jan. 1st, 2006|11:21 pm] |
A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:
Dear Mom:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.
Your daughter,
Judith
PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home. |
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| OMG! |
[Oct. 3rd, 2005|01:43 pm] |
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OMG! I'm watching the America's Next Top Model from last week that my sister taped for me and James St James was SO on it! Amazing! |
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