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I had this weird dream last night, and in it, Wentworth Miller was selling pretzels at an amusement park and I was there with my family, and when he came over to us I started laughing. You know that kind of laughter when you don't know why you started yet you can't stop 'cause fate is cruel? Yeah, I was laughing like that. Note to self: next time I dream of Wentworth Miller, I want to be doing the stuff that I do when I dream about Josh Holloway.

(ahahaha, icon and mood theme picture.)

Anyway, school was interesting. I had one class, basically. Five minutes before my computer science class, the power went out. So they cancelled all the classes until two this afternoon, and I went on my merry little way. Stopped at Barnes and Noble in search of a book for my English Paper o' Doom and instead walked out with an excellent book of playlists called The Pocket DJ (that I highly reccomend, as it has every concievable playlist EVR). And now I am trying to wrap up said English Paper while listening out for trick or treaters.

Tomorrow NaNo starts. I totally need blank CDs to burn mixes on. And, thank GOD, I have a first line in mind. And whenever I finish a chapter, I think I'll post it in december10. Whee. Yay.

That's it for now. Thank you, and goodnight.

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Fuck. It starts tomorrow.

God help me if I succead this year.

I highly doubt it.

I'll probably write utter crap tomorrow and edit it along the way.