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Hi, I'm Celeste. I like pretty things and I'm a pretty chill person. I think I'll probably write more here later...




Song of the Day:
Broken Strings by James Morrison

Friday, April 24, 2009
Arm

Ben thinks I have a hairline fracture in my arm. I think it's just sprained. It's wrapped up for now. We'll see.

Who knows what this weekends a'gonna bring.

Right now I'm stuck in the worst class in existance.

Jack Ruley is no longer my best friend because he broke a pinky promise.

c.