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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.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Changes


I'm at this juncture in my life where I need to decide what to do with the rest of it. 

It's a little early for me to be having a midlife crisis, but imagine this: if I died today, I would not have lived at all. 

1992-Present
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I've come to a land of opportunities and done nothing to seize them. Starting today, that's going to change. I'm going to do yoga, salsa dance, write, go to class, love, party, work, drink starbucks, eat mac and cheese and watch movies in foreign languages. 

I'm going to be a better friend than I have ever been before. And a better girlfriend, too.

Starting today, I'm going to try to make every day a day well lived.




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