Being late is pretty much an inherent trait in my family, especially on my mom’s side. Despite this inevitability, I absolutely despise being late. It’s embarrassing to have to walk into a room after everyone is settled. The door is usually closed already, and if it’s at school, the teacher will pause for a second, acknowledge your lateness, and probably drop you a letter grade if it keeps happening. And for me, it just keeps HAPPENING!!!!
So, if anyone has any advise as to trumping my gene pool and showing up early, post any helpful comments you might have up your sleevies.
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4. hack
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5. find true happiness
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6. learn how to drive stick-shift
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7. meet a mass murdurer
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8. marry my true love
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9. go to a midnight showing of rocky horror
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10. ween myself off of facebook
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11. read every stephen king book ever written
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12. Lose 30 pounds
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13. Live in Canada
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14. Go to Ireland for St. Patrick's Day
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15. meet Geddy Lee
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16. read every book in my library
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19. try out for American Idol
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20. meet an online friend
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21. rule the world
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23. exact revenge
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24. publish a novel
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25. die
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How I did it: studied hard; really, really hard... didn't pay attention to friends who dropped out sophomore year; it's not worth it joined some clubs and sports to make things less boring joined some more clubs, and ran for some offices got in trouble occasionally, but not enough to even get a detention had fun, even if there was occasional drama and bad days Read how I did it…
How I did it: Well, I didn't so it well, that's for sure. We were very mismatched, height-wise, and he couldn't hold me up. So, we laid down in the tub, and that sucked even more, because these horrible squeaking noises were emanating from beneath us. It was God-awful. Not only that, but he wanted to 'soap me up', and after doing so, I got soap in my eyes, ears, mouth, pretty much everywhere.It pretty much sucked. Read how I did it…
How I did it: I've been chewing my nails since I was conscious of being alive. I would do it when I was stressed, bored, driving, excited; in short, pretty much all the time. One day, a few weeks ago, I looked down at my nails, and they were longer, and looked a great deal more feminine. I had been on vacation at the time, and was having so much fun I had completely forgotten about my nails, or stresses, or anything like that. Of course, since noticing… Read how I did it…
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After being dumped, I really didn’t want to have another meaningful relationship. I didn’t want anyone to hold the same place in my heart as the person who had so cruelly dumped me. But, I fell in love again, with a person that I really didn’t expect to have feelings for. And I feel great about it!



