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Nothing much of anything happened to me to be juicy enough to read although Mark Anthony Jackson Jr gave me his disease, so I spent a whole week being miserably sick. I pretty much sold my ferrets (I hope anyways), I live with mom again. I signed my summer contract at metro-college today. I have to stay at UPS until September something but it'll change again once I sign the fall contract. I tried to sell my books back into the book store today but I could only sell 1. So now I am stuck with 3 books and I gotta buy 2 for this summer. Not to add I gotta buy books again in the fall. I wish I can get my book reembursement check sooner. I still have to get a new radiator because mine has a 3 inch wide crack on the top. Right now it has JB Weld on it. ::big sigh:: I need to get a hold of my old friends and hang out with them or better yet get new friends. Mine Suck. Without inviting me, Melody got married to that dweeb Daniel and now is knocked up by him. God girls can be stupid. Yes I have the right to say this because I used to be that stupid but I fixed my problem, learned from my mistake and will do anything to prevent from happening. Granted I did used to think (way before getting with David) If i were to get pregnant, it'll make me happy and keep him and we would be a the biggest family ever. Somewhere when I stopped being crazy over Voelker, I realized its stupid, I wouldnt go anywhere in my life but be trash and making nothing for myself. I'm glad i figured this out before anything happened. I know few of my "friends" who wish to become pregnant now. I wanna shake them and tell them how stupid they are, tell them don't worry about that idea and go to school become something of yourself instead of another statistic. Of course no one listens to Carrie. I need friends, female friends that is. DOn't get me wrong its nice to talk about how hot chicks are with david and his friends. I just wanna hang out with a bunch of girls and discuss about the things girls do. Maybe I'll find me a girly friend sometime or another. Whelp imma go surf the net, Later Taters!