--by your side, indefinitely.

Fuck the fame.

Fuck the money.
Fuck the fortune.
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I want my love to take root inside your heart.
I'm waiting for you, with my soul unravelled.

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I miss; so fucking much.

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Anyway. Classes have started, officially.

I'm actually getting the hang of the whole place; at the very least, I can find my classes.

Then again, I've always had that GPS built into my head.

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Last week, I didn't get into the English 4U program that I wanted.
Instead, I got into the English 4C one.

Today, my 4C lecturer told me that I should consider 4U.

If you'd asked me a week ago, I'd have said yes;

now, I'm not so sure.

But, like Helen's dad says, it's good to be able to make that choice.

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In World Issues, I spoke about Cadbury; as the thing I value the most.

My boy. <3

Most everyone else spoke about family.

Helen chose hands.

One other guy did music.

If I were to choose music, I'd've said, Melissa Etheridge.

Other kids grew up with the Barney Soundtrack.

Well, hah.

I grew up with Melissa Etheridge, kd lang, Joan Jett.

And they wonder why I hate hip-hop. :)

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And Maths of Data Management was well, Math.

Yup, that's it.

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And I'm trying out a new style of blogging.

Thoughts?

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Oh, and I'm currently loving Chris Pureka very, very much.

That's the link to Come Back Home, a must-listen.

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I've got walls, I've got wings,

I am ready for the fire,

I've got trust in nothing,

See I lost it by and by,

But I've got something shining somewhere,

Honey I dream on the sly,

Won't you come back home?

Won't you come back home?

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Okay, I'm tired, so.

No words.

No talk.

I'm going dreaming.