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What About?

-It's about a girl who never grows up named Raissa.

-She's eighteen and will forever be eighteen for the rest of her life. (Until her birthday comes up that is.)

[What's more?]
-Her days are bleak without happiness.

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What defines a Raissa?

A Raissa has to be:
Anything other than nothingness.
It's that simple.



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Friday, October 20, 2006
Oh wow. I finally finally finally (!!!) got to dispose of my old template and change it into a new one! Isn't it fab? Today, and I mean right now, is officially my sembreak! A fresh new template would be just the right thing to indicate the start of a new sem! Bah..let's scrap the first semester because it was pure torture! We had to deal with Accounting, Economics, Sociology and Anthropology, etc. And I don't think I have a knack for doing accounting. I mean... why not just let the computers do the accounting for you? They have programs like that. It's a miracle I survived. Just this morning I was frantically typing my last paper due and then I didn't have to go to school because I asked Pat to submit it for me (Thanks Pat!). It was really weird to be bumming around again when I was always stressed to do loads of things in school. I was hardly home. I'd spend more hours in school than at home. And if ever I was home, it was only to eat, sleep, and do more homework. Now it's a pretty weird feeling not to be doing anything. Bumming exactly.


{/10/20/2006 10:07:00 PM}
Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain in this drought- useless and disappointing.
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