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Monday, May 25, 2009

invincible @ 3:13 PM

i threw a tennis ball at some douchebag's glasses, it caused the glasses to fall down three sets of stairs- all the way from the second floor to the basement. the result? unscratched, perfect condition frames and glasses. rich ass. -_-

anyways.
homework time B_B
not alot. but enough.

something i've been thinking about after watching "ghosts of girlfriends past" yesterday via pirated stuff. B_B. i don't share a "father-daughter" connection with my father. nor do i share a deep emotional/parent-child loving relationship with my motherr. do i really want them to be at my wedding? the supposed best day of my life? walking down the aisle lead by my father, do i really want them to be present?

welcome

soon-to-be sixteen in toronto. likes euphoria, photography, dreams, controversy, spasms, beautiful worlds, neon colours, athletes and athletics, everlasting love, real life fairy tale endings, thoughts, vintage, reminiscence, nostalgic feelings, hope.

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