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Way to Fail
I just found out that due to negligence on my part, I’ll be lucky to get three out of ten participation points for this segment of my class. Hooray for me. -_-
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Snow!
I was beginning to think that we wouldn’t get any more this year. Seven inches at Rachel’s house, although my little brother got 22” at my house (little blighter!). It made for some great sledding after we got my car shoveled out. Rachel’s little brother Noah took me to their sledding hill, but there was a stream running…
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I Receive an “F” in Journaling
Seeing as I manage to update about once every three months. You can hardly hear the crickets over the roar of the silence. At any rate I’ve survived at least one semester of college, and ended up managing to get all the classes I wanted for Spring. Mondays and Tuesdays are exhausting, what with all my classes…
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1.87/5
That’s the average score my t-shirt design got on Threadless. Bah…obviously that crowd didn’t take much of a liking to it. It’s disappointing, but the back of my mind kind of expected it the whole time. Oh well. Now I’ve got to come up with something even better. That’s the way it’s supposed to work, right? A huge thank you…
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SteelWolf: Reanimated (UPDATE)
Yeah, so I obviously left this corner of the internet to rot while I went off to college. For shame, deserting the internet community for education and socialization. For whatever reason, I’m attempting to reanimate this place. Maybe it’ll get to the point where I can actually promote this as my website again. I’m going to University of…
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Urgent Degeneration
I started the day by waking up a half an hour earlier than usual, which is always a bad sign. Life starts messing with your head as soon as it realizes that you really have to make every point in your day squeeze along a straight line. So much for linear functions…mine had to be at least x4 inclusive…
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Reconciliation
They broke up and got back together again, but are taking things just a little bit slower this time. Accepted, and I love you too, Rachel.
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My Life Hurts Real Bad
Rachel and Michaela are no longer. What the fuck? It really took me by surprise, but looking back I guess it has been traveling towards this for a little while now. At least I can look back and remember that between 15–18, I was the happiest girl in the world. That’s something to really be content about. Tears…
Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.