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Munchen. 

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Why can't I be crazy and rant about things that you don't care about

I slipped on some ice today. It was an awful morning culminating in an annoying incident where I had to get up off the sidewalk and sling my overstuffed bag back onto my shoulder only to continue my trek to school.

I have a knack for dramatizing things until they become life ending annoyances. It wasn't that bad falling on the ice, no one really saw except for a few stragglers and nothing that I dropped got wet so I suppose I was rather lucky - but there's no fun in looking back on things objectively.

I want to vilify my slip on the ice until it becomes the reason that I hated today, the reason that I glowered all day and sneered at most people. I didn't realize this until I was walking home, bitching about volunteering and winter and shitty roads in my head. I was angry at circumstances that couldn't be changed. So sometimes shit happens I realised, sometimes shit happens and there's nothing you can do about that. And instead of blaming incidents for anger and unhappiness I can forget that bad things happened. I can forget that I slipped on the ice and dropped my jacket, and that I went all the way to my volunteering place only to be told that I wasn't needed today. I can be angry about all those things, and hell I'm getting a little angry now that I recap it all.

Or I can forget that. I can open the doors to the school and forget that the sting on my back is from hitting the pavement. And that the tiredness in my feet is from having to take the long way around because of the shitty fields. I can forget that I'm angry about things that don't matter.

And just be calm. I don't need to be happy or optimistic or pleasant or anything, I just need to be calm. Not hovering on the brink of frustration and agony. I just need to be calm.

So starting today I'm going to put shit in the past. 

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My fucking gospel truth.

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This one is for the ordinary days, of slow starts and wistful ends. The Mondays, Sundays and todays of every year. 

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Are you ready for el Clasico?

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I'll be looking for this, Munich 2012!

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Aaah! someone else plays reach! Where are you based out of? (As in, highschool? university? college?) It's fun to meet fellow fans.

The most wonderful blunders arise from Reach games, I try to remember a few of those vividly amusing moments. I compete at highschool level Reach, fun but not quite as advanced as university level Reach.One time my friend answered: What is the capital of Ontario? with WINNIPEG! 

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Number 1, anyone?

 UEFA Champions League 2011/2012 best three scorer.

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Soon everybody would ask what became of her, she could see the question on their eyes - how she had ended up living someone else's dream.

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A Lee Lorenz cartoon from 1994.

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Haunting, really.

The Dead Flag Blues

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It was something about the glaring light of the computer screen, but the words on the document were slowly floating together and nothing she was reading made sense. Each letter was living a life of its own and there was no point trying to make sense of any of it now. 

She hit publish, closed her lap top and went to get some soup. 

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Cath, he whispered softly into her ear, looking at her with his earnest eyes that she couldn't bring herself to meet. His hand, resting on the small of her back made her uneasy. She couldn't force the lines of tension from her face or will away the weight of her anguish and somehow he'd seen that. 

Cath, he whispered softly, wishing she would turn around and just admit everything.