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I rarely ever get excited. Which is kind of sad when you really think about it. But it's true. I used to marvel at Liz's salsa enthusiasm cause feelings like that are just something I don't experience anymore.
And yet last night I found myself lying in bed, trying and failing to read about environmental politics because I was feeling excited about this coming weekend trip to Bendigo. Seriously, I'm practically itching for this weekend to start.
My inner child is doing cartwheels and yelling "Car trip! Car trip!" because she can't wait to get out into the country and see fields of green stuff and nature go flying past.
I've been cooped up in this city for far too long.
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
11:41 AM, Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Anticipation. I rarely ever get excited. Which is kind of sad when you really think about it. But it's true. I used to marvel at Liz's salsa enthusiasm cause feelings like that are just something I don't experience anymore.
And yet last night I found myself lying in bed, trying and failing to read about environmental politics because I was feeling excited about this coming weekend trip to Bendigo. Seriously, I'm practically itching for this weekend to start.
My inner child is doing cartwheels and yelling "Car trip! Car trip!" because she can't wait to get out into the country and see fields of green stuff and nature go flying past.
I've been cooped up in this city for far too long.
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