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AndromedaPeace
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Name: Andromeda
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Birthday: 10/17/1985
Interests: Intensity. Musical instruments, especially ones I can't play.Theoretical physics. dogs. Real things. I really like real things.
Expertise: Everything. I'm perfect.
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Member Since:
2/18/2006
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| I'm in love. I've utterly lost my heart to a bunch of grown ups singing and playacting. And the bright lights, of course. There is a sparkle in my eye and I'm walking on air. I really think it was the most beautiful thing I've ever ever ever seen in my life. *sigh*
I love you Wicked, I'll love you forever and and write your name in hearts in the margins of my notebooks forever and ever. Yes.
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| So I had this amusing realization walking home from the weaving building.
There is a part of one's mind that assumes that one will eventually marry and procreate. At least, there is a part of my mind which expects this. The same part of my mind that has that expectation also expects that I will be the conservative parent. The one who never wants to do fun stuff and feeds her kids healthy snacks. Heh.
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| I'm in the theatre building right now, with a production of Winnie the Pooh going on over my head.
"Make me bolt like a horse..."
Okay so I have a confession to make. Don't hate me. I almost wrote a love song this afternoon... like one that didn't end sadly. Weird, huh?
Well, the guitar is young, there's still another verse for them to die in or something.
I'm off to strum and strike... I am happy.
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| It's been a long time since I last posted, and I'm not sure what to say. I feel like I've met an old friend, after a long absense, and I've forgotten what we always found to say to each other.
I am in college. Spring term is well underway, closer to completion than to its beginning. I like it here. There are many others. I like them. Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I cry.
I don't know what else to say.
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| So I figure if the zombie attack between the hours of nine and noon, I really don't need a zombie plan. By the time they figure out I'm not one of them, I'll be miles away.
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