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♥Adrienne Nicole.♥Eighteen. ♥Junior in Uni. ♥Hopeless romantic. ♥Photographer. ♥Writer. ♥Artist. |
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Got my heart in a headlock.
I want this year to be an awesome '09, so dagnabbit if I'm going to be emo. So I'm going to be the playful type of trying-to-be optimist. That's right--but my emo comes from reading such dramatic and anti-climatic fictions that I've been so amused to lately. If I'm not finishing Veronika Decides to Die, I'm either trying to fill my head with Harry Potter fluff or swooning over the what-could-be's of Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swan's affair on PoTC. I haven't read shizz in a while so I'm shocked to see that all of my stories haven't been updated in more than a year. I could say that I should put what I want to do in my resolution, however--I never really gave a damn about starting anew in New Years. It's just the same shit... different bucket type of thing, anyway. So, hello to the new year, not again to the same old thoughts and addendums. But the good news is--by June, my bestfriend from NZ, Ben, and my cousin, Angelo will be visiting me! Summer--totally, and absolutely fun I hope--since Kaskade will be here. OMG. Yay. Although, Ali did say that he'd rather I go to Bahrain with him to party with Tiesto since he might be present for Project1. I should enjoy whatever comes forth and no regrets. So that's what I'm going to implement in this freaking new year... "Enjoy, no regrets." Now, I gotta get the gigs I want in Photography, put up a business, stop whining, and get on with my own life. I'm strong-willed. I have my own vision. And I will damn well get what I want this year. ![]() "Well... did you miss me?" "Did you?" "Always." Labels: 9 in the afternoon, fiction, sane |