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9) I have had vodka and cranberry juice… with breakfast.
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8.) I have lived off toast with nutella for a week.
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7) I have quit. (Except for extenuating circumstances, i.e. I’ve been drinking.)
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6) I have stayed up until 9am watching films and discussing the meaning of words such as “cling film”, “trousers”, “pants”, and “fuck all”…
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5) I have slept through class, and completed my first Boy Scouts 101 Lab. I watched the Goonies, ate half a box of cereal in one sitting, ate 67 grapes, and laughed all night at Legends of the Hidden Temple and Crystal Maze.
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3) I have had a lovely day complete with ghetto buses, castles, excellent food, and all topped off with an amazing movie in bed. And then, after all this had happened, had an excellent evening chatting with new friends for hours.
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2) I have created my "native" food 3,393 miles away from home, and danced my pants off at a club that none of the American’s seem to like.
In 100 Days.
1) I have snuck away from a drunken crowd and hid in a corner, as to escape going out. Instead, I enjoyed a quiet evening complete with video chats, pizza, and pajamas.
Life as I know it.
I’m Feelin rough I’m Feelin raw I’m in the prime of my life.
Let’s make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun.
Yeah it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.
I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce,
we’ll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
