Me

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Boston, Massachussetts, United States
I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Boston

I'm back!


H & M are such idiots. They dragged me out for hukkah the day I got back, and I was so tired and jet lagged I could have died. There's just so much to DO. 


I have to buy my books, because when I went to the bookstore they only had a few. So I have to special-order the rest and I've ordered some off Amazon.


I just paid my phone bill, much to the glee of Cherrybee and Pee and Sroosshhteee.


:/


Meow.


I miss Mehar
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