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The week was spent feeling all PMS-Y and bloated. Hopefully the new week will be spent more wisely. Tomorrow's the start of a brand new semester. May I have all sorts of courage and swagz to deal with unwanted people. Ok, but in all seriousness, may my brain be a little more savvy when it comes to idea brainstorming.

I think I should just let my 365 photos be of all formats, and do away with the black/white borders. // Still experimenting.

06/01/2014 [6/365], I'm over all the butterflies

07/01/2014 [7/365], Newfound love of soup wanton noodles. Remembered about taking a photo only after blazing through it.

08/01/2014 [8/365], Edit your life with clothes

09/01/2014 [9/365], Not sure if I should be glad or sad that I'm no longer them

10/01/2014 [10/365], Bloop bloop bloop

11/01/2014 [11/365], Pig innards will never fail to make my day.

12/01/2014 [12/365], Typical Sundays

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