January 2010
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Dear Christina,
You graduated high school in June 2009. There are no such things as “throwbacks to senior year” yet.
Sincerely, Maggie
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Today is my 20th birthday.
Also, it’s Australia Day, but I like to think that my birthday is more important. Unless you’re Australian, of course. I still love to look at calenders of the month of January because the 26th is always red for Australia Day. It’s always made me feel as if my birthday is something special.
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Picture Of Ayla & Arianna Brown, daughters of... →
My problem with this Huffington Post article is not the fact that Scott Brown is posed with his bikini-clad daughters. No. It’s the fact that Huffington Post gives you links to the Facebook accounts of both, and the myspace account of one of Brown’s daughters. Yeah, we all know that Facebook is a semi-public medium of social networking, but what a serious invasion of privacy. Not...
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“I am erecting a barrier of simplicity between myself and the world.”
– Andrew Gidé
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As the river circles on its endless journey, I...
journey (n): something suggesting travel or passage from one place to another–the journey from youth to maturity, a journey through time I have an obsession with journals. I never actually have been able to keep one for an extended period of time. I’ve always tried; I’ve never been successful. Last May I bought one for $17 at Borders when I went to get Kathleen’s birthday present. I told myself...
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Moving on iiiiin to the Hughes Hall.
Although I don’t have a deluxe apartment in the sky, I do have lovely room 414 in Hughes Hall. I moved back in yesterday afternoon. My mom, dad, sister, and I left the house at around quarter after 10, and after a quick stop at Dunkin’ Donuts (obligatory for any trip down here — I’m not sure why that is or how it became a tradition), we were on our way, and 4 hours later, here we were! We brought...
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Write fast.
Do you know what I always hated? When teachers in high school told you to just write. Just write? How on Earth do I just write? Give me a topic at least, will you? But, no—no topic for you, dear student. I especially detested when they said they didn’t want to see us not writing, so I would always surreptitiously glance up at said teacher’s desk and if he/she was looking at me, I would just...