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Jing Xi. 19. Antique hoarder. Flower collector. Self-taught realist. Innate dreamer.

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diary of a wimpy teen ~ chapter twenty-three ~
Friday, December 6, 2013 @ 7:09 PM `°•.¸¸.•°` leave a comment ( 0 )

Recently, I've been feeling unusually lethargic - laziness has once again conquered my living flesh. There's a list of things that I should be doing right now, however, due to the laziness residing within me, I've chosen to spend the entire morning lying on my couch, watching Adventure Time, and dropping a few lines into the endless sea of cyberspace - the slenderest of lures in the blackest of waters. 

Well, I can't wait to get out of this rotten hole of mine, and I soon will.

I'm leaving for Cambodia on the 13th of December, which is next Friday. And, on the 23rd, I'll be heading off to Shanghai, which means I won't be back for Christmas. Oh, talking 'bout Christmas sighs*... time sure flies, doesn't it? In the blink of an eye, Christmas is around the corner, and before you know it, New Year will soon be knocking on our doors. As much as I'm looking forward to the year 2014, I possess a certain amount of fear for it. The year 2014 is unlike any other years for me - it is the year I will be leaving all traces of teenage tantrums and high school dramas behind, the year I will be seeing new faces and meeting new people, the year I will be achieving new heights and accomplishing new things, the year I will be searching for new adventures in whole new places, the year I will be striding towards a fresh new start, the year I will be entering college. The sound of the word college scared me to death when I was a kid, for it held the unknown, the yet-to-be-known; it contained all things that were beyond my feeble, kiddish comprehension. But, now that I'm a fully-grown young woman (girl sounds more appropriate here actually LOL*), college no longer gives me as much jeepers creepers as it used to. Just a little bit. Oh well, no matter how college is gonna be like, no matter how different college can be from the college in my head... I shall embrace it all. 

Wish me luck.  

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