Chocolate Beads

First day of school was a breeze. Bowie talked at us for an hour, then we played two truths and a lie.... lemme tell ya, I was pro at that game...

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I made a friend, and I'd be cool with her being the only friend I make all year, because she's that nice. She's quiet and she has hair the colour of a full moon... bright burnt orange... all natural. Her name is Amelia and she laughs a lot.

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I'm home alone and somewhat feeling on the downside. I get lonely and daydream, not just about the summer, but before the summer too. And not just right before the summer, but this whole year. And before that too, in Edmonton. How did I get from there... the quiet rebellious Whyte Ave walker... to here... sitting on my bed, with my kittens, my fish and my bamboo sticks... daydreaming about flower petals and how I could have shot that frame better. I just wish I had a friend that I could pull out from under my bed whenever I want company.

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I wish I was Bret and I had a Jemaine. Will you be my Jemaine? Or would you rather be Bret?

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I'm excited to meet a New Yorker. Interested to know what their view on a Maple tree is... how many Maple trees do you think they have in New York? Now many trees do you think they have in New York?

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Did you know that by the time you reach the age of 71, if you are an average person, you will have spent roughly 10 full years infront of the television?

And did you know that every single day, your eyes are exposed to over 3000 advertisements! That's 3000 different views from other people, people who only care about making a dollar, telling you what you have to look like, what you have to wear, what you have to have. Something about that seems ill to me. What's wrong with second hand clothing? If it was good enough for the last person, it's good enough for me.

Same thing goes with make-up... it's just an excuse to look like someone else, look like something "better". Well who are you trying to impress? I rather look like the ugly duckling and have a really great guy fall in love with me for who I am, then have a really great guy fall in love with who he thinks I am... are you going to wake up every morning with make-up on your face? Are you going to be like Tobias and be a never-nude with your fake skin you paint on your face?! Make-up is not an art!

Sorry.

All I'm trying to get at is how unreal this world is becoming. We can't be real with others if we can't be real with ourselves. We can't be real with God if we can't be real with ourselves....

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I'm going to make some tea... with lots and lots of honey.

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Mon coeur c'est casse parce que tu n'pas ici avec moi maintenant.