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Challenges
My first urge is to make a statement about my character. I figure, if you read my journal, you know a bit. And if you know me IRL, you know a lot more about my character. So stating it here is unneccessary.
I have resolved to attain that apartment.
I have resolved to get a better-paying job, with or without CoreComm.
I have resolved to ace my classes at school.
I have resolved to learn Kung Fu.
The steps neccessary for this are already being set in motion, or have already been. These goals will be met.
The Gods must be laughing.
I have found the perfect place to live.
Which is why, of course, it’s out of my price range.
A place to live.
I will be touring a loft apartment in Old Town that is under construction around 7:15 am tomorrow.
How FUCKING COOL is that?!
Physical representation of emotional turmoil.
I have an entire binder of almost every letter
I have no idea what to do with it.
Two of four. My stereo is installed, and now I know why I couldn’t hear the exhaust rattling all the time, like I could now. My music is LOUD. And GOOD.
Beal Gardens. Old crew. From back in the D-A-Y. This promises to be brilliant.
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I just don’t have the words.
