sarcasm and cynicism apparently have a new place in my life. they've gone from code blue to about an orange on the 'wtf' scale.
yeah. life goes on. sometimes it likes to bend you over backwards, but then, some of us keep trekking along. i feel like i'm always wearing flip-flops in the snow.
and nothing but flip-flops.
i've had no time to myself to do any writing, or pretty much anything of the creative sort. but that would be college, and it's kind way to say 'creativity goes down the hole'.
i'm almost done with it though. december comes, and no more school. unless i decide to go to China and teach english, which, at the moment, is a very big idea in my mind. we'll see. it'd give me time to be creative. and this whole 'job search' thing kinda takes away from any of my own time.
yeah. that's my life. i'm apparently not sticking to the script. oh well, that's normal.









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Saanka
cheers
Its greatly appreciated!
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You visited my page. Dayton, OH, eh?
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I am Hook. But I am not silent.
*Tight grin*
how 'bout them apples?
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A writer, at a loss for words. Mute.
A photographer, without a vision. Blind.
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