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it won't last.

Blaming it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol. Especially the vodka.
I'm retarded.
I have no phone.

I feel like I need to write something, I'm just not quite sure what.

I wish I could stop being the emotional female for once... I wish you were here. I wish I could text you and be like YO, when are you free next? Let's get ice cream, sit on my sundeck and catch up. I wish I could hug you. I wish I knew how you were really feeling. I really miss you.

That came out really cliched and lame... I hope you enjoyed your first week, it'll get easier as time goes on. Make some friends but don't replace me with some Italian version of awesomeness. Teach the kids how to swear in English for me.

It is certain that my friends bond with my other friends through making fun of me. I'll take one for the team if that means everything works out in my favor and budding friendships are everywhere. What more could I want than past friends meeting new friends and having gt's?

Another thing is for certain: Next time I do something stupid, or embarressing... I shall keep my mouth shut and not share it with anyone because next Saturday night, y'all will be laughing at me kicking over martini glasses or having a crush on an eighteen year old.

Love taught me to lie.

Alright, I'm gonna be straight up and admit it: I'm jumping on the Lady GaGa bandwagon. I just wish her songs wouldn't get overplayed on the radio. I've been on YouTube for hours at a time this weekend, and Lady GaGa has definitley won over my heart. This post is completly pointless. Unless you're already a GaGa fan... You can rejoice that I'm now your fellow follower.

"As fun as things were back then, you NEED to realize that things will NEVER be like that again. They've made their choice. All you can do is live in the now and look forward to better times that wouldn't have happened if things were the same as they were back then. You're hurt but you have to get over it."

I can't believe how much everything has changed.
I feel like I'm finally embracing it for the first time.
Crap still happens...
But good things happen through the bad.
I've been hurt, I have hurt others, forgiveness is an
amazing feeling.
Sometimes I wish that certain things had gone differently,
but something great could come out of it, and if I don't
give these changes a chance, concentrating on how I didn't
get my way... How am I to realize when something
beautiful happens? Life goes on, I don't want these downs
to be a horrible thing anymore. I need to see past it,
be happy through it, and rejoice when my life rollar
coaster hits its peaks.

I'm going to get ridiculed relentlessly about this comment:

I wish I owned a Pensive.

While I'm at it, I wish Ron Weasley would come to life, live in my building, and fall madly in love with me as we bump into each other doing laundry.

It's actually not that upsetting NOT having the internet all the time, it's kind of refreshing actually. Minus the whole blogging thing, 'cuz I love to do this. I have been journaling more on my own though, which is probably better. I like keeping my life on paper... Or keeping it through technology... I love going back and reading what's happened, my thoughts on stuff, and just reminding myself of some things that I have already forgotten.

I'm twenty two. When I say that out loud, it doesn't feel old, it doesn't feel young... It feels right. It's the age I want to be. This is my year, the year that I figure Sharon out, the year that I get my finances in order, the year that I'll start working towards who I want to be. I don't want to put my sights too high... I don't want to dissapoint myself if I can't make my goals. I'm thinking about Jon Foreman's song "Twenty Four" and I can't believe that I'm two years away from that age. It seems like just yesterday that I was still in high school... Hating it... I love being this age, I love surrounding myself with true friends, I love having responsibility and finally being able to prove that I can handle the stress.

Life is still life. I've been told I'm a drama queen quite often by several different people... I guess there's some things that are harder to grow out than others. My life in Coquitlam should be picked up by MTV, it would have amazing ratings. That being said, I love every one of my Coquitlam homies, they've accepted me for who I am [faults and all], and been wonderful to me along the way. I love cooking dinners together, I love having our weekends, I appreciate what every one of them has done for me [especially the month of me getting settled]. On the other hand, I appreciate the old friends and how they've been okay with me getting settled and minorly ignoring them while I do. It's also a bit harder without the help of technology... specifically the internet, but as I said before it's refreshing having to actually make an effort IRL.