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Wednesday, October 28, 2009 @ 4:05 PM

cs4 practice

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Decided to try shading in Darken instead of Multiply. I have lots of practicing to do. T^T

Tuesday, October 20, 2009 @ 5:42 PM

It's Biological

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Something I read in deviantArt which I decided to put over here. I did not write any of this. 50 Best Reasons Gay Marriage is Wrong and The Morality of Homosexuality.

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@ 4:42 PM

Decisions, Decisions

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I can't decide between

Psychology school

or

Art school

Do I really want to spend the rest of my life studying and trying to fix the human mind and always have the question of what might have been if I chose otherwise?

Or do I want to go for what I really want and risk a life of living in cardboard boxes by the roadside because the chances of me making it is slim but be happy and contented? Oh-kay maybe not cardboard boxes but I won't have a place of my own because I won't be making a lot of money to afford it.

Decisions.

And cue the depression.

I hate the days when I'm feeling unsure of myself.

I end up questioning all my previous choices.

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Sunday, October 18, 2009 @ 8:15 PM

Ordinary Miracles

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You'll have to forgive the beginning where you can hear weird laughing noises. I couldn't get rid of it without having the opening instrumentals be cut off.

Here's the song in the end credits of The Magic Riddle, Ordinary Miracles by Julie Anthony.

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Thursday, October 08, 2009 @ 6:27 PM

T-minus 53 days

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Honestly? I don't care if high school's over. In fact, I won't miss it or the baggage it's thrown on me for the past half decade. At all. Nope. Not a single bit. As for the people I'm leaving behind, look, I won't miss you especially because if I like you enough, I'll work hard to keep in touch and stay connected. But if I don't, either you've been a big dipshit or I decided that we were never *that* close to begin with. I can't comprehend the point of boasting about how I'm going to miss all these people who gave me such headaches and memories worth keeping and then not giving two shits to salvage the relationship.

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PS, here's to a good year.

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Deborah is a high school senior who prefers to be called Deb though everyone she knows calls her Debbie. A certain someone called Disappointment frequently visits her life. But right after, her good friend, Hope comes by for tea.