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Friday, September 11, 2009

No school supplies, no textbooks. What to do.

School starts tomorrow, and here I am -1am- playing farmville. LOL. and blogging obviouslyyy.

Today was a day well spent for doing absolutely nothing but loaft around at home all day. And I wouldn't have it any other way for the last day of my summer.

I'd think I would be excited/nervous or feeling at least some sort of outthere emotion since I am going to my first day of university tomorrow. But nothing. LOL I feel completely just like any of my other typical summer nights.

So I've been reading a lot lately, not books but entries of other people. Most I don't even know. Call me a stalker but it's actually pretty ... fun. LOL not just random entries of their daily happenings -_- that I really can't care less about, but poems and those spoken word type of entries etc. you know?

I'm really tired of ranting about the whole writing thing in my life. But now I'm thinking that there is really nothing that depressing for me to relate to or write about - nothing close to heart that is. Therefore = no motivation to express.

Oh well, good things are happening and I wouldn't want it any other way. :)




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