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(1. tumblr 2. knight cat 3. Ioannis Dimitrousis dress 4. House of Holland boots 5. unknown 6. faux real jewellery 7. tumblr 8. betsey johnson via opening ceremony 9. alexander wang via opening ceremony)

Hello there. Posting this past month or so has been at an all-time low. I do apologize. However, I am posting these pretties in hopes you'll forgive me. Also, I'm going camera shopping tomorrow so hopefully outfits will be the next thing seen on this blog. Oh, and the photos keep coming out different sizes and changing sizes and whatnot.. I don't know what's going on. It's going to stay like this forever, I suppose.

Everything has sort of changed now. Serious problems are serious, not like when you were ten and "boy A" didn't like you back or when your biggest worry was doing five questions of math homework before playing with the neighbors. I don't know where I'm going with this, by the way, I sort of just write until I feel like stopping. This summer is really my last chance to be ridiculously immature or screw up. I'm going to university in September, I'll be getting a full-time job during those summers. I can't do anything crazy during the school year; can't jeopardize a scholarship or my place in the school. And making friends, Jesus... if I don't, that's going to be five years of hell. I'm not sure I'm even doing everything right with the registration and the this and the that. Furthermore, I cannot come back to visit very often because my university is five to six hours away from home. I chose to leave town, I've always wanted to, but it's starting to .. loom? Is that a word and, if so, the right one? And I want to be an english teacher...

Actually, I want to be an author. I just don't think I should risk total life failure so I'm still going into teaching. Back up plan for life, right? And if I fail at teaching? Rhetorical questions, aren't they fun?