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Silver-Medal Stars & The Dance Through Just Enough
by a little one

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09/26/2010

I'm trying to write him a letter.
I am ever so awkward with pen and paper.

*Removed for said letter instead*

Anything I can think to put here is boring, or sacred.

Except:
I figured out how to do bombs. Finally. After three days.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to keep a flying bear in the air.
Kill me, billy.

I have to pay tuition tomorrow.
I hope my credit card goes through...

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lol yeah i suck at cross posting. Especially when most of my entries are written on my ipod

[an empty frame.|0 likes] [|reply]

I don't know what any of this means...

[Mr.Cyanide|0 likes] [|reply]

Heh. This entry is ripe with the assumption that the person reading it is one of the three people that always reads me.
The easiest part to explain, is I'm playing Legend of Zelda:Oracle of Seasons. My parents wouldn't allow video games in the house, so tricks that most people under the age of thirty five take for granted like... throwing a bomb so it goes where I want it to and not on my head, or flying over holes without falling into them, are sorta elluding me.

[a little one|0 likes] [|reply]

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