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Questions...
Date: Monday, November 24, 2008 | Time: 9:27 AM
The other day, someone I was talking to asked me the weirdest question. She walked up to me and with an arm on her hip she said: "Why are you always so happy?"
I had to laugh at that and shrug; now that i think about it, the answer seems quite noticable:

It's because I've got nothing I should be sad about.

I used to be quite negative but I learned that won't get you anywhere or it won't get you anything except frown lines (which i happen to be too young for). I don't care to pick fights with people because I know it'll just be a waste of my time and I hate wasting my time arguing. I've got people I love surrounding me, the most awesome friends and a strange family that's got some good stuff in them (if you look deeper). There's no reason to me to dig into a pin hole and find something to cry about.

That's my answer. I hope she sees it 'cause I know she'll laugh.


In other news, today's my dad's birthday, he would've been 47 O:]
and also Trixie's birthday... she's turning undead in dog years= 16.

I've got no school tomorrow so I'm quite brave about the time I'm packing up and getting some shut-eye. Wednesday and Thursday back to school then Friday is trixie's party. Saturday is trixie's party number 2 and Sunday is dinner with the fam. A bit tied up.

I'll probably get my ass back ol tomorrow or something. i dunno. my mind's not working (if it hasn't been quite obvious) I think you know me enough to know I don't write this way. lol.

anyway, i'm falling asleep... so there!

santi everyone!!
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