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200 Point Giveaway! (CLOSED!)*This contest is CLOSED! The winner was #71 or :iconChristieMars:! http://tinypic.com/r/257fvd5/6
Alright, so as a thank you to my watchers, and to everybody here at dA...I'm hosting a giveaway!
Let me break it down for ya:
The prize? 200 !
Rules? You don't have to be watching me, but I do suggest faving this journal (not mandatory). Leave ONE* comment, and I'll give you a #.
How do you win? If your number's chosen, you win! I'll use random.org to choose the winner.
End date? September 1st at 11:59 CST. Make sure to comment before then!
*If you comment more than once, it kinda screws up my numbering. SO, if you do comment more than once, I'll hide ALL of your comments and you won't be entered. Fair warning, guys.
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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