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thisurlwasntjollybutnowitis:

The first and the last ones are the only ones with curtains on the sides. That makes it seem like it’s a play, opening its curtains at the beginning and closing them at the end.

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ron’s face: my reaction to a math test

Ron’s face is my reaction to life

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My friend and I were talking last night and I decided that I am old fashioned.

I am in love with vintage things. Antique little stores and book shops are my favorite places to go to.

I am inspired by the old vintage look and feel of old Paris. It just looks like a place that I would want to go and sit at a little outdoor cafe underneath the Eiffel Tower. I feel like I could just go and wander. A place I would want to get lost in.

My secret obsession is old movies. Classics like “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” and “An American in Paris” and “Singing in the Rain”. The old musicals where everyone would break out into spontaneous song and dance and sing their hearts out in wonderful songs. Where the stars would tap dance. Stars like Donald O’Connor, Judy Garland, Debbie Renolds, and Gene Kelly. These people were real stars. I just can’t seem to get enough of the “oldies”.

And call me crazy, but I still want my future husband to ask my dad for permission first, before he proposes to me. To me it just makes it seem more official and that he is taking it seriously.

I mean the “modern” trends are nice and all, but vintage things just have a certain air to them.

I don’t know. Maybe its just me.

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Change is supposed to be a good thing right?

Then why am I absolutly freaking out?

I think it’s that reality just kinda hit me. My freshman year of high school is coming to an end. I didn’t think that I would enjoy high school this much.

And all of my senior friends are leaving this year. This makes my heart sad. Knowing that they are all moving on and going off to college and they will probably all forget about little ol’ me.

I guess that my future is kinda scaring me. In three years I will be graduating and off to college.

Wow. thats a pretty scary thought. Freshman year is almost over. I can’t believe it.

I wish that I could just freeze time. I feel like I’m growing up way to fast.