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There's this new kid that lives across the street from me. He's Bo's age. I hate this new kid. He insulted my paintball gun. Saying Bo's is better than mine. I fucking own my little STEP-brother in paintball. And his gun costed $60 more. 3/2 as much as mine. What a fucking retard. I seriously had to hold myself back from telling him I'd kick his ass. I hate it when random friends of my brother's walk up behind me and read what I'm typing or looking at. It annoys me because I can't have my computer in my room. I can't get away from all the hustle bustle of my family when I'm doing a report or the barking of the dogs hich is generally frustrating. I'm having a bad afternoon. I've thought about selling my heomcoming tickets on monday to some poor kid who has the cash but ran out of time to buy them for $50. Make $15. I don't know what I'd tell my mom though. No one is going. There went two weeks of saving up. Gee, thanks everyone. :(