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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

Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Stabby

My entire room is caving in. And somehow, I have to catch everything as it falls into boxes and bags and somehow fit almost all of that into my car... Help. ):

In other news, I'm back in Plano in five days. If I curl up in a little ball and wait instead of taking finals and doing projects and packing, will everything move faster? Will I be home sooner?

I'm not cut out to have this kind of upheaval. Everything is supposed to come my way slowly. I can do gradual change... I don't like it, but I can do it. Yet, just like always, change has a way of walking up and punching me in the face.  

About to abandon this packing ritual for the library.

Feeling stabby.

c.