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eleneariel) wrote2004-05-13 05:42 pm
eleneariel) wrote2004-05-13 05:42 pm
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The brief "perfect period" of spring has past except for random moments, and the weather is rapidly reminding me of why I generally hate summer. (Bugs. Heat. Blistering heat. And more heat.) I don't think I can quite bear to hate this summer, however, since I'll be turning 20 in the
presence of my bestest friend.
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savetheolives is coming!)
I can't quite believe I'll be out of my teenage years. It's not that I feel like the time has gone so fast (though it has, especially the last two years) or that I feel too young to be 20 (only part of the time) or that it seems like a ripe old age (contrarily, it seems awfully young in general.) It's just that when I was little I assumed that I would be doing Great Things by this age. Like...I'm not sure what, but they would
be great. Or important. Or something.
presence of my bestest friend.
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savetheolives is coming!)I can't quite believe I'll be out of my teenage years. It's not that I feel like the time has gone so fast (though it has, especially the last two years) or that I feel too young to be 20 (only part of the time) or that it seems like a ripe old age (contrarily, it seems awfully young in general.) It's just that when I was little I assumed that I would be doing Great Things by this age. Like...I'm not sure what, but they would
be great. Or important. Or something.