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I regret having to do this, but as you have not replied to any of my emails or requests via PayPal for the letter half of payment for this design, I am forced to suspend it. This is the only way I can think to get your attention. It has been a month and I really do need you to pay me.
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Regards,
Olivia.

A Certain Tuesday

On this certain Tuesday dedicated to crushers, admirers, and the hopeless romantics, nearly 80% of our school has gone on a field trip. Great way to show our love, Oak.

Mavericks went to the California Science Center. At least we didn't have to get into pre-assigned groups; we were free to do whatever we wanted to - yet "spinning, running, and eating are permitted" according to Mr. Perry, my science teacher.

My group started off with my gals: Joanna, Jenny, and Winnie. We managed to get through one exhibit before James came. My friends ditched me with him, and his friends tagged along with us. After visiting another two exhibits, my friends merged with James's friends, while we ran away.

The rest of the time was dedicated to visiting exhibits, sitting or standing in various areas of the science center, visiting the gift shop to tinker with toy-ish objects, and eat at McDonald's. At 1:00, the whole Maverick team was told to meet outside to watch an IMAX movie.

How was your Valentine's Day? Hopefully it was more romantic than mine.

a moment.

Lately I've been feeling trapped within the world of Blogger. I'm lacking the words to voice the many thoughts jumbled inside my head. When I blog, it's for the sake of killing time. Through the years, I've come to enjoy and love this world of blogging. I love the fact that I can type away my thoughts, being able to share tidbits of my life. I love this community of friends, other Blog-a-holics relating to your feelings. I've smiled, cried, and been downright serious, enjoying these years of blogging.

I always seem to forget that I have a voice. I have something to say. There are endless thoughts trailing through my mind and aching to flow onto the keyboard, but I always get held back by myself. I'm afraid my writing won't be good enough, that no one would enjoy reading this.

I will not let myself surrender to what-ifs and fears. The keyboard is my pen, the ink seeps through the screen in mini pixils, coloring the screen and scattering posts throughout my blog.

My blog might have died, but my thoughts will always be there.

That's me, still smiling.