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Saturday, August 14, 2010 . 8/14/2010 01:36:00 AM

A trip to college got me thinking. Quite a bit. 

I actually thought of studying after poly. BIG NEWS!! Not what I'm studying for my diploma though. Something English or media or business or kids related. I'm really tired of dealing with Math and Science. Maybe because everyone's headed for the college route and I feel left out. 

But I'm still thinking about it. Just let me think.

The other thing I was thinking about was relationships. I'm a teenage girl. Who hasn't been in one. So it's extremely normal for me to think about something like that. But it's funny though. It's probably because my friends think I'm a good listener that a lot of boy problems stories come to me. It's fine if I just listen, but really, I don't exactly know how to deal with them. I'm not complaining; in fact, I'm pitying myself. I'm just glad they find me trustworthy enough to share.

I'm not pretty, cute, smart, talented or anything, so I don't exactly have a 'story'. Am I allowed to dream?