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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

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{ Friday, June 19, 2009 }

Figured I'll blog now since I'll probably be back home late tonight. Yes, tonight is social night.

I spend the day doing more of my BPS essay and playing my guitar trying to find more different ways to play things. Okay, lies. I woke up and did my daily search of JASON MRAZ. Only when I was high did I start working on my essay then guitared until my parents came home. Yes, my parents. Gone is the freedom. HAHA. Oh well.

HAHA, some people just prank called me! ): SO EVIL! HAHA,still ask me be their bridesmaid. CRAZY BUNCH OF GIRLS! They make me laugh so much (:

I'm freaking out about tonight apparently. Why? Because I'm a plain person. I dont like wearing make up. I love my shirts and shorts/ jeans. I love wearing flats and I love love love sitting with my legs wide open. Tonight expects me to wear a dress, wear heels, put on just a little bit of make up and act like a little lady -.- I do not do that well. What if I embarrass myself? TSK. But no, I'm there for Marcus. JUst for Marcus so whatever. I'm just going there and gonna ENJOY THE FOOD XD

Are there girls in OCS? HAHA, okay no. Probably not. Sadly not.

So yes time to go get ready.

DID I MENTION JASON IS AMAZING? HERE'S WHY. THE NEXT VID IS PROBABLY THE EPITOME OF WHY I LOVE JASON (:


Such a wonderful musician with an amazing heart and such an outlook on life. So darn inspiring. He never gets boring. Not to me anyway. I seriously wanna meet him one day. HAHA. :D

YAY next tuesdayyyyy (:

& I’m out on a ledge; come stand with me. I need the company.



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