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| 04:54pm 25/10/2004 |
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mood:  cheerful music: The Faint
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Reasons why Today ROCKED
1. No traffic on the way home
2. Due to no traffic got to watch the last ten minutes of Oprah
3. Had a kick ass picnic with Scott and Aron at lunch
4. Bogan made a dirty joke about Catullus
5. HUGE truck decorated with countless Bush stickers got pulled over right next to me
6. Finished Government in a record 5 days
7. Convinced my PE coach that i could only lift 50lbs making my regular bench press weight a mere 35 lbs (very doable)
8. Realized I only have 8 more weeks of High School
9. Bought a big bag of Reese's which i am consuming as i type
10. Smokes a cigarette next to the cop that gave me and MIP and he didnt notice---IN YOUR FACE OFFICER GONZALAS
11. Mrs. Bohan bitched out the devil Mr. Brittan for me AND managed to make my Truancy Hearing go away
12. I didnt have to present my unfinished Latin Lines
13. OPRAH RULES.
I miss mattie. |
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| Weird text messages |
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| 12:01am 24/09/2004 |
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From Jeremy:
#1: There may be no trumpet sound or loud applause when we make a right decision, just a calm sense of resolution and peace. Try today to give that extra 5% :)
#2 Hey hey its tuesday and i hope it is great for you :-)
#3 Hey hey your half way there only two days til friday. Have a great day and know im thinking of ya!
Now thats freakin weird. I know they aren't meant for me but still its a bit awesome to be accidentally receiving them. It kinda makes me feel like a spy.
Post Script: turntable009 -courtney you are my best friend and you can put that in el jay |
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| I wish i knew where my cell phone was. |
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| 01:08am 22/09/2004 |
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i hate being sick
i hate missing out
i hate make up work
i hate naps
i hate my mother
i hate my father
i hate organic food
i hate my toes
i hate the office
i hate letters in the mail
i hate my credit card
i hate all my books
i hate what i write
i hate my therapist
i hate feeling gone
i hate college applications
i hate inevitable rejection letters
i hate this second
i hate smoking
i hate this
i love Kendall
i love Mattie
i love Mckelvey
i love Aron
i love silence
i love dogs
i love my toes
i love Harpers
i love Entertainment Weekly
i love Vogue
i love this |
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| I am officially in kindergarden |
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| 11:03am 16/09/2004 |
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So guess what i did today. Thats right i threw up IN CLASS. Will someone please explain to me why God would make me both vomit and do it in front of a group of people i really dont know. But seriously thank god for strategically placed trash bins or i probably would have killed myself. Big ups to all those fuckers who can get through school.
Post Script: Aron's neighbors are breeding Raptors and Aron is determined to be the first human ever killed by a dinosaur. <---- how kick ass would that be.
Post Post Script: I miss everyone i know especially you Kendall. |
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| Im taking a mental health day |
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| 11:14am 01/09/2004 |
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Picture me turning the corner on my walk to school.
Picture a cop car sitting right in front of me as i turn.
Picture my hand going quickly to my side trying desperatly to hide my cigarette.
Picture me in the back seat of the God damned cop car getting escorted to the campus.
Picture the MIP in my hand as my AP tells me the heart warming tale of her own mothers death to lung cancer
Picture Mrs. Bohan catching my red watery eyes and inviting me in her office to, as the put it, "cry it all out"
Picture me in Mrs. Bohans office having a nervous breakdown whilst helping her organize referrals.
Picture me driving home shaking.
This is my mental health day.
And I'm gonna love it.
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| This ones for you. |
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| 06:46pm 30/08/2004 |
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Kendall's mom said i could move in with them if i wanted to. She also bought me cereal bars. It made me feel loved. It also made me feel better for drinking every one of their Sunkists and smoking one of her cigarettes.
My life is complete...Thank you Mr. El Jay |
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