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Before the summer of '08 I had bought a journal, one that was recycled! Recycled, I say! Good for the enivornment! I kept up with it for a good month, and after that I realized that it was aimlessly left behind in the past while I continued on. Why is this? Well if I knew perhaps my journal wouldn't be so lonely. It's on my desk with two Harry Potter collector wands, a disney snowglobe, nailpolish, and candles. Not lively company! Poor journal.

Thusly, the transition from forgotten journal to this blog. Now, from the past week (Oh how long I have been on this blog) I noticed I like to blog continous on one day, forget about and state random thoughts or just plainly something to take up space! WHY MUST I DO THIS? I need to be informal, let out my feelings on the keyboard! Express myself, just like I promised myself I would do with the journal!

I HAVE GOT A PLAN. It's like candy, so tempting, so delicous, and yet rarely touched because sugar causes zits in some cases. I will write in my journal! My english teacher actually proposed a usual proposition, that if I told you I would have to kill you with those Harry Potter collective wands! My blog, this blog, the one you are reading (or not, I don't expect this to really get read immensly) will be a place for me to express myself when I feel like it...which would be frequently.

As I lay on my bed, sick because of two of my best friends, I listen to UK band The Automatic and ponder. Yes, I ponder! Teen angst is living and breathing within, and I am getting very hyped up about a blog post. My room is a wreck, I have clean (clean!) laundry on my bed and I am far too lazy to actually hang it in my closet. Along with the laundry I share my bed with: many, many blankets and pillows, two books, a furry pink robe, cell phone, water bottle, and mint lip gloss.

My floor is a tangled mess with clean and dirty clothes sprawled everywhere, too many books, information pamplets, shoes, a portable ps1, posters, magazines and even more pillows and blankets.

Oh my, I am such a neat freak.


Love,
C to the AR to the LY