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| Sometime after 1am this morning, I turned 18.
So there I was staring at the clock, watching it tick down to the minute of my birth and feeling quite anxious about the prospect. 1:06am. My heart is bursting with anticipation. 1:10am. Ohmygoshohmygosh. 1:25am. Maybe I'm experiencing delayed reaction. Slowly one minute ticked into the next and before I knew it, 2am had arrived. And I'm thinking, "Funny. I don't feel 18." I mean, is 18 supposed to feel like 17? What's the point of waiting and waiting for a goal that is indistinguishable from something I had already achieved?
And then suddenly the GIGANOMITY hits me: I've spent approximately 6574 days in the universe. That's about 157,776 hours. Or 9,466,560 minutes. 567,993,600 seconds.
I'm going to change the world, you know. ;)
E.T. Kudos to those who wished me a happy birthday, via gifts, hugs, kisses, Facebook, phone, or email! Glad that you took a second or so out of your day to think of me.
NEXT UPDATE -> Name tags: a new fad, or a dying notion in a disinterested world? does the waitress actually WANT you to call her by her name?
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| has it really been that long since i posted? i remember when i used to post more frequently.
anyway, i was sick last week--sinus infection, cold, or something. i feel better now. i'm now working 3rd shift: 9pm to 2am, 9 to 3am, sometimes 9pm to 4am. very late. it means i can't call anyone until the weekend. else, i'll be calling at 3am or using my peak minutes. *shakes head*
GOOGLE's Word of the Day is bravura, which is "a showy display." | | |
| finals. bleh.
i wrote
something.
Title: The Deepest
Fandom: Eragon
Pairing: Eragon/Arya, Arya/Faolin
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Eragon; Eldlest
Disclaimer: The characters and situations
in this story is based on those created by Christopher Paolini. No profit is
being made and no copyright infringement is
intended.
Summary: Someone has already done irreparable damage.
Click here to read. | | |
| i saw the sprinklers on tate plaza today. at the right angle, the water sprayed across the grass, drowning bits of sunlight in its waters. to illuminate this splendor, streaks of rainbow coincided with the soft green of the grass. it was actually very beautiful when one thought about it.
i thought about it.
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