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Saturday, October 3, 2009
Life is a highway.

I'm flunking school. I'm this close to being demoted. I have no love life. At all. Seriously.
My life is a bunch of FRIENDS episodes on rewind coupled with dozes of Gossip Girl, minus the adult content, Chuck Bass, the straight A's, the Blair Waldorf sarcasm and a designer Mom.

Everything that goes out of my mouth is a whirlwind of lies. Truth shows up once or twice. Or even never. On a random note: Right now, I want to be Sherlock Holmes, though I'm not as smart and as cunning. But I can definitely pull off the famous costume.

Oh and before I forget the cherry on top: The guy I like has no interest in me whatsoever.

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