January 2011
December 2010
2010 reflection challenge.
day 1: a few things i will remember.
getting caught new years eve
fights with best friends:(
my birthday at pete & elda’s
playing breakeven at lgc
meeting the davies<3
the summer ALYMPIX!
boston trip
day 2: relationships.
lolololololol, non-existent, as always, fml!
day 3: the best day.
hmm i don’t know if it was the best day, but an amazing day was at camp, the day...
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Artie: Got in a bad car crash with his mom when he was 8, and he’s been paralyzed from the waist down since.
Kurt: He or Burt (not remembering who exactly) said his mom died 8 years ago. Kurt was 16…
That awkward moment when you realize the world...
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Expectations:
Reality:
Personally I prefer my version…but whatever floats your boat.
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Christian: It's a little bit funny.
Satine: What?
Christian: This feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. Is this ok? Is this what you want?
Satine: Ah, poetry. Yes, this it what I want naughty words.
Christian: I don't have much money but boy if I did, I'd buy a big house where we both could live. If I were a sculptor, but then again, no. Or a man who makes potions a traveling show. I know it's not much...
Satine: Oh Naughty, don't stop, don't stop.
Christian: But it's the best I can do.
[sings]
Christian: My gift is my song. And this one's for you. And you can tell everybody. that this is your song. It may be quite simple but, now that it's done. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words... How wonderful life is, now you're in the world
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EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU
That awkward moment when you are watching...
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i think we all know who the real savages are.
