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Goals for March

A new month, a few new goals.  SO! Fighting!  I had a back slide in the car when I realized I was just backpedaling and going nowhere.  It's time. 

Sherlock Retelling

That's right Benedict Cumberbatch.  It's business time.

Finish Chihayafuru

I am going to finish this anime.  I love this main girl too much to not know how this first series ends (I hope there is a second!! D:)

  Get past the application process for jobs!!

It may take a ton of inspirational quotes but I'm going to do it!

See the Illusionist with Roomie

If it doesn't happen, I understand but I must see her :) On the 10th is my hope! 

Cause that's how we roll ;)

Find Bedbugs

This book seems like it is impossible to get from the library! I should go and request it.  Or go to a bookstore.  I was near one today.  Dang it snow!  It's okay. I have other books.

Lose 3 lbs.

I'm officially joining a gym and I've made a workout buddy :)  She is awesome!  So hopefully we will workout together and keep on each others case in the most loving way possible.  And why am I upping it?  Because it's time I did something and thinned out this waist!

I've got some new outfits to fit in ;)

See Hangover II

This might need to be a boys night with girls? I dunno.  I just would like to see it once and for all.

Yeah might need my BFF there to laugh with me :)

Buy Florence and the Machines on iTunes

Don't be so shocked Florence. :P

Ready for the NEW goals??

Finish Personal Preference

I know, I'm happy about it to LMH.

Finish First Season of Community

I think this is the kind of humor I need in my life right now. 

Clean my Room

This means: nothing on my floor, clean fish tanks, clean desk, clean shelves.  It's time I grew up.  

 “Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.” 

― Anne Frank

It's time.

~E. M. Peterson

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Excerpt III

As class started though, Jack quickly realized that Professor Falkland would simply be using the time today for review.  He felt his eyelids droop in boredom.  He was well-off in the class, keeping one of the highest Classic marks in the group.  Jack sighed and began to drum his fingers lightly on the table.

            “Eheu!” he whispered to himself while Falkland covered the language’s deponent verbs. 

            He slowly turned his head away from the board to gaze out of the window.  That’s when Jack saw her.

            She was bundled in a flared white winter coat with a warm black fur stole wrapped on top of her shoulders.   The wind picked up splashes of a light green dress while snow danced onto the girl’s dark tights and shoes.  She raised a black mitted hand and her sparkling eyes came with.  Glee filled her whole face as a smile broke free.  And Jack swore that even through the paneled glass, he could hear the soft chime of two snowflake charms that rested against the white ribbon in her hair. 

            “Ahem!” Falkland cleared his throat finally getting the boy’s attention.

            Jack snapped his head back to the front of the room.

            “Jack, could you please tell us the answer.”

            “Uh-uh um,” Jack tried to desperately to put together the puzzle but it was as if he were grabbing at straws.  He’s brain just refused to function. “I’m afraid I can’t.”

            Falkland furrow his eyebrows before kindly pointing his pointer to the problem. “We are looking at why this adjective is feminine.”

            “I-uh,” Jack felt his face heat up.  The classical tongue, he had become so familiar with, slipped and left him with a blank slate in his brain. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

            The class snickered at Jack’s failing.  He was rarely caught off guard and was never completely stumped.  Some of the boys had even found him to be a bit cheeky, although deep down they knew he really just wanted to do well and keep to himself. 

             Jack lowered his head and buried his hands against his flaming cheeks.  His heart was racing in both embarrassment and in anxiety.  He couldn’t believe that she was just outside the window.  She must just be a figment of his imagination, or was she?