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    Welcome, dear reader, to the mish-mash that is www.lifeofannabel.com, or Annabel's Thoughts. I'm going into my third year in Communications and Political Science under the Social Science faculty at the University of Ottawa. I write for you on here and also for the school newspaper called the Fulcrum. My home is just north of Guelph and I love how quiet and grossly hot it gets in the summer. 

    My dad bought this domain for me a few years ago and now that I'm in school and not 12 years old anymore, I should put my work and ideas to justice. Maybe this will help with my daydreams of the future.

    I never know what I'm going to write. Sometimes it's political, but then the next post will be about the feelings that swirl in my mind. I think that's the fun of it. 

    To my future self, you better still be writing for this in a few years. 

All of my love, Annabel 

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