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"He did not know why he was so irrationally happy, for nothing had changed in his life or hers. He had not even touched the tip of her fingers or looked her full in the eyes. But their evening together had given him a vision of what life at her side might be, and he was glad now that he had done nothing to trouble the sweetness of the pircture. He had a fancy that she knew what had restrained him..." (Wharton 56)

Sometimes, a cup of coffee, a guitar, and a breezy day makes everything seem alright.
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A Day in the Life
posted on Friday, September 26, 2008 @ 3:58 PM
1st period-english teacher yells at me for being late.

2nd period-staring at the wall in study.

3rd period-homeroom...staring at the television.

4th period-yelling at some girl in civics about her opinion on the economy.

5th period-making memories at lunch.

6th period-singing some song in latin.

7th period-counting the minuets till geo's end.

8th period-sigdigs in science.

9th period-singing the abc's in french.

walking home-wishing it was all back, no matter how much i hate it.
this is the time of my life, as much as i hate to admit it.

My music?:queer
My life?:on cruse control
My feelings?:on a rollarcoaster
My stomach?:never full enough
My schoolwork?:not good enough
My self-esteem?:strangely high
My hopes?:even higher
My dreams?:they kiss the sky
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