NOVEMBER92009

I'm happy, my ridiculously priced heels are semi broken in and a gorgeous purple purse big enough to fit school things called out to me at a thrift store. Snazzy layout took forever to make, I'm no graphic princess which is why there is lack of. Soon, the semester is coming to its end. Hopefully, I'll be able to chose my ideal classes for the next round. I get bored with things repetitive. At the moment, I'm debating whether I should wake up at five tomorrow morning to keep the sunrise company, throw on sweatpants, and pull up my hair into a ponytail to go jogging. I don't listen to music while I'm there. I listen to my breathing and the heavy footsteps my running shoes make as it kisses the quiet cement.

A.