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<- Tuesday, Oct. 03, 2006 | 2:57 a.m. ->





I'll settle.

It’s one of those nights where I can’t focus to save my life. I know the morning’s coming too soon, but that changes little to nothing.

Long story short: I want to call up all the people I’ve ever kissed or thought about kissing, and I want us all to go to a playground in the 3am darkness and swing on the swings and spin around in circles and absolve my brain of any potential sexual tension. I want the clothing and the music to be appropriately indie-rock themed. I want to give someone a piggy-back ride, I want to fall down without it hurting, and I want it to be wonderful and fulfilling and liberating. I want a lot of things.

Mostly – I want to know how it is some people are so damn good at focusing on schoolwork.

That’s a lie: mostly I want swing-set euphoria, indie-skirt-and-boot combos and kissezzzz. It’s the trvth. I’ll settle for focus, though.


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