It's 1:08 am, I finished studying for Chem over half an hour ago, and I'm supposed to be reading Little Women or reviewing for my History quiz about Renaissance and Reformation. I don't even remember a single fact about the topic. I'm quite disoriented. But no, I am not studying, neither am I sleeping. Let's set the facts straight: I am not sleepy, and I do have intentions of studying and I have to wake up at 5:00 am, and tomorrow's the Doc Com Picture-Taking for the Prom AVP, and I'm going to have black olives under my eyes, better known as eye bags the marks of responsible students. So that's why I'll keep this short. I have to rush a little bit.
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I'm not doing my HOMEWORK now because I was chatting with my dear old bitch, Mr. Candle, aka Mr. Forest Candelaria. I haven't talked to him in a while. I was telling him of how busy I am, and well, hell. The 14-year-old said he's to add to my list of stressful thoughts: PROM. Prom's not a stress anymore. Doc Com's friggin' HAPPY. I love my com. Members, post the pictures already, @ http://aadoccom09.multiply.com/ Okay?
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What's our topic, then? It came to the big word. L-O-V-E. But then again, it's not a big word after all. And this is the MAIN EVENT of this short post.
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Love is not a big word.(Contrary to how I used to see it before) In fact, it's rather small and short, made up only of four letters. Only four. You can write it with five loops of your cursive hand writing. (Or about seven sharp strokes with your Assumption handwriting.) No, love is not a big word. It is quite small. That's why you can't run away from love, it'll follow you around--coz it's so small it fits in your pocket. The letters L-O-V-E are nothing, really, they're merely part of the alphabet. A fragment of the idea it represents. But the word itself is insignificant. It's the things you do for it that's BIG. You're never too young to love. You're never too old to love. According to my bitch, we're mature adults and capable of being in love. Well, who cares? I don't even know what the word means, not really. Apparently my concept of it being for parents is wronger than the wrongest wrong. (Whatt?) Maybe you don't need to know what it is, maybe you just need to feel it. But then again, I wouldn't really know. I'm supposed to be over the moon. Jumping high and exploring life, I'm a teenager. That's what teenagers do: MESS UP and EXPLORE. Ask those who are in love, they might help you. :)
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Idea expressed, must go back to studying. Ha-ha. Hey BITCH, I'm done. It took so long, beating around the bush? :)) THIS IS FOR YOU 'REST. :)) HAHA. For your inner thoughts. >:) LOL.