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I'm writing an essay, err...supposed to be. I'm posting in here I guess. Writing how I'm feeling is easier than writing about tension between old and new in the 1920's. I used to love history. mr. Georgeson has ruined U.S. History for me. Most boring teacher ever. And somehow I'm getting a fucking D- in his class. I've missed one assignment and gotten at least a c on the rest.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to hang out with Sarah if she doesn't go with her mom, which she probably will, but eh. I gotta pick up my adapters from Stay Tuned and install my front speakers. I'm also gonna be running new, bigger wires into my front doors. This will involve a lot of bitchwork in tight spaces...oh goody!
Sarah is pretty rad. I'm glad we're talking again, and hanging out. She's good lookin and extremely easy for me to get along with.
Back to the 1920's shit.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to hang out with Sarah if she doesn't go with her mom, which she probably will, but eh. I gotta pick up my adapters from Stay Tuned and install my front speakers. I'm also gonna be running new, bigger wires into my front doors. This will involve a lot of bitchwork in tight spaces...oh goody!
Sarah is pretty rad. I'm glad we're talking again, and hanging out. She's good lookin and extremely easy for me to get along with.
Back to the 1920's shit.