| Domain: 34 - 38For once in my life I don't actually think I deserve it. Can't wait, can't wait! (Everyone knows I'll be swallowing my words on Friday.)
"But most through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse."
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| IB ZENNo more hate-art-mode.
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| I'm glad we made it through
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| the end of life as we know itAHHHHH!!! MANDYYYYYY!!!
:D :D :D
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| I'M NOT HAPPY EXAMS ARE OVER -- There's something seriously wrong with me.
Art was the (not so) perfect end I had (not) always hoped for. Compared to the awesomeness of Math paper 2, what a way to ruin it all. Chocolate mousse and some salty caramel crumble thing eases the pain.
I'm beginning to think that today marks the beginning of how my IB life will gradually decline. WHY! I can only imagine what next year'll be like. How I'd miss those random OMG/OMB (Hahaha, Mandy!) moments, wretched 92s. Rawwrrrr. She doesn't want it to end.
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I think I'll lie here and wallow in self-pity and my (soon to be) misery.
Oh sigh, P.S. I love you is one of those why-can't-guys-like-that-actually-exist sort of movies. You've just gotta love them, before you go about wallowing, that is. Good (sorta) chick flick to catch for the all-girls movie night. (Heh, Kim.) I think I need more social interaction, and more often.
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