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Yesterday I sent a mail to ten different publishers about giving out my own book. And so far four of them have given me positive response and I've sent them my script. Three have yet to give me an answer, and the rest aren't publishing.

I'm not pregnant, I'm slightly disappointed, but utterly relieved. I would've been a great mom, and [info]reddmeg, a great dad.

I got my essay about photography read out loud in the english class today. And our scary teacher complimented me beyond any expectations. I think things are going my way in December.

I've also lost another four kilos. Living alone as a student is the perfect way of loosing weight.

And woooo~, two weeks 'till I turn 18!
If no one of you send me birthday cards, consider our friendship over :(


frank
torggata 11, leil. 201
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Sorry I got mad. But you kind of crushed my dream.

I know you didn't mean to.
You were mad at me before I told you about this?
Why do you post anonymously?

And no, I got mad when you told me about it.
Because I was at school, and hadn't logged in when I saw the comment. And now I'm at work, and logged out when I saw the comment. Z'est why.

And in my point of view you were mad before that.
But never mind. Gtg.
Heh. I think I know when I got mad? Do you even get why?
Yay. K. What ever.
And yes. You're mad because I'm contacting the book people to publish something, and your dream was to publish a book before you turned nineteen, but there's no possible chance to do that now, right?

And I'm not stealing your dream or anything. I've wanted this for a long time, and now I finally got the finger out of the mud and did something about it. So I don't think you have the right to be mad at me for that.
You said it was because you "felt like it".

And talk about crushing dreams. Just read your first paragraph again.

And fine, you win. You always do anyway. And I'm not mad anymore, I'm just jealous, and you know it.
You can't make me feel guilty for this.
Tell me when you've grown up, and we'll talk again, huh.
I'm not trying to make you feel guilty. I'm trying to say sorry. Just because I'm turning nineteen in 23 days, doesn't mean I'm not going to write a best seller some day.

And how is admitting that I'm jealous trying to make you feel guilty?
I know you will. Therefor I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of this.

And that's the way, uh-hu uh-hu, I like it.
No. Kidding.
holy fuck
a book published at 18?
you're pretty much my new hero.
no, noo~. i haven't published anything yet.
but hopefully before i turn 20.

(:
Not long until you can try alcohol :)
YAY. I'm looking forward to that 8)
OMG no baby? Can I be your baby then, just for a night? You can tuck me in, wheee!

Whats the book about?

I sure as hell hope it's POSI!

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