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Sep 25, 2013

Rantings of the Pre-Mature

hmmm. being a 20 year old woman means that I have tooooo many teenage thoughts and no authority to share them.
Sophomore year has treated me better than my previously anxious brain would have imagined. 

I have a boyfriend and too many friends call me on the weekend.
Well, I don't have those things.
But I got over it when I became mature (like uh, 4 seconds ago)



If I start dancing, my roommates join in
How do they know that that makes me happier than a panini grilled on Zac Efron's abs?

2(to).too//two THOUGHTS.
1. There's generally a reason why I waste my gas on Provo drives and Coldplay
2. I fell dramatically in love with the moon


School might be trying to kill me
More evidence to come

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