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I went to see this today after my exam.  Carey Mulligan is brilliant.

I went to see this today after my exam.  Carey Mulligan is brilliant.

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Round One

I survived. It was getting close there for a while, around the time I accidentally said “pourquoi” instead of “parce que” but hopefully it passed as a rhetorical question. Round Two is next Wednesday, written component. Not as scary as spoken but still, j’ai peur.

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“ Paul Varjak. Varjak, V- A- R- J- A- K. I’m a writer, W- R- I- T- E- R. ”
— Paul, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. (via jlovely)
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vanilladog: soundtrackofmysummer: jobiebear: hippocrick: threewordcliche:ajfjakfjuegb:happychap:amnesiac1331:acousticangel:oldfilmsflicker:baccarati:sofakingbear:(via belcub74) ..lol Yes, I relate

vanilladog:

soundtrackofmysummer:

jobiebear:

hippocrick:

threewordcliche:ajfjakfjuegb:happychap:amnesiac1331:acousticangel:oldfilmsflicker:baccarati:sofakingbear:(via belcub74)

..lol

Yes, I relate

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misterpeace: ruseruse103dd:yellowblog:placidiappunti:3n0m15:moonoochrome:daveth:Leonidafremov Oooh yes.

misterpeace:

ruseruse103dd:yellowblog:placidiappunti:3n0m15:moonoochrome:daveth:Leonidafremov

Oooh yes.

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One day

The person is question is going to contact me, not because they need something from/of me, but to see how I am.

Please just once.

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When I'm old

I have this thought that when you’re old you get this strange affliction that causes you to have flashes back to your youth.

I can imagine myself lined with wispy grey hair, sitting on the back verandah quietly and suddenly I’m looking down at a nineteen year old former self, wasting the minutes, the hours, the days.

I wonder if I would scold myself, tell myself to “get to it,” and to “stop moping about!” I wonder if I’ll even make it to the age when I imagine these brief lapses into the past occur.

I wonder if then I’d wish I’d done something in the minutes, the hours, the days.  Anything.  Just do something.

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So in that dream where all my materialistic self indulgent fantasies come true, I drive this. And hell yes do I drive it fast.

So in that dream where all my materialistic self indulgent fantasies come true, I drive this.

And hell yes do I drive it fast.

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misterpeace: shoepastryheart:mikeyllorin:failurebydsgn:dontknowdontcare:(via binkini) I like puns

misterpeace:

shoepastryheart:mikeyllorin:failurebydsgn:dontknowdontcare:(via binkini)

I like puns

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You know when...

you just can’t get an idea out of your head?

You convince yourself that it’s the only way.

Nothing’s going to change unless this certain thing happens?

Well, it sucks.

Get over it, girl.

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No more hiding

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Introducing Ben Frost Whom I shamefully found through commercial television This is called “Lions at the Door”

Introducing Ben Frost

Whom I shamefully found through commercial television

This is called “Lions at the Door”

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“ You must have used the jelly-legs jinx, ‘cause you make me weak at the knees ”
— Harry Potter pick up lines
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“ Always in life an idea starts small, it is only a sapling idea, but the vines will come and they will try to choke your idea so it cannot grow and it will die and you will never know you had a big idea, an idea so big it could have grown thirty meters through the dark canopy of leaves and touched the face of the sky.’ He looked at me and continued. ‘The vines are people who are afraid of originality, of new thinking. Most people you encounter will be vines; when you are a young plant they are very dangerous.’ His piercing blue eyes looked into mine.’ Always listen to yourself, Peekay. It is better to be wrong than simply to follow convention. If you are wrong, no matter, you have learned something and you grow stronger. If you are right, you have taken another step toward a fulfilling life. ”
— The Power of One by Bryce Courtenay
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Grumpy Pants

I have my grumpy pants on.

I’m on the end of two short shifts in a row at work, (3.25 and 3 hours) on a Friday and Saturday night, when I have bills coming out of my every orifice, and just have a general distaste for life at this juncture.

The only way I can think of to describe it is I feel like I’m treading water.  But there is no possible way to stop, if I do, I’ll drown.  So I just plod along, keep on plodding along.

Actually it’s like a disgust sort of at the moment.  A fed up.  An “enough!”

The good thing is that my mother stuffs self help paraphernalia in my hands, so sometime I’ve read Jim Rohn’s “Four Emotions that can Lead to Life Change” and know that the emotion that follows “disgust” is “decision”.

“Decision” better come soon or it’ll be “demolition”.