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DevARTs 12th Birthday - MadlibFor deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a t.a.r.d.i.s. blue surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Llama, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Expelliarmus!!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly poked. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 sporks. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
Grace PeriodWhen you're 21, you think you own the world
Being able to drink legally in The States
And able to be on your own
But when you start to grow up
Do you ever really grow up?
You become 22, 23, 24
And once you hit 25, you're not a child anymore
You're not young anymore
You have to start settling down,
Have a boy/girl friend,
Have a family
But you want to focus on your career
You don't even have a career yet
A few part-time jobs later
And you still unsure what to do with your life
But you do have a passion
One that you left with once graduating the University
And you don't want to do anything else
So where does that leave you now?
Roaming the streets looking for some easy cash?
No, you're searching through craigslist
Desperately looking for your big break
Five thousand cover letters and resumes later
You're still left with nothing
Just another post-grad
Two years out of the dorms, actually
With fading knowledge from classes back then
Tons of student loans to pay off on top of your eve
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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