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Well...tommorows gonna be my birthday. Fifteen years old. Todays thats track meet with Carl. I really don't want to go. I have trouble breathing when I am just sitting calmly down. My throat is killing me. ;.; Probably gonna in last place because I can barely manage to breath as it is, imagine me running three miles. %#*~ I really don't want to go! I thought track was supposed to fun. Hmph. But I just feel ill. Want to go somewhere like see a movie. Not go to the track scrimage...;.; What a bad day. I hope tommorows better. Rebecca cant come to my party because shes going to smething with those NIFTY people. Krystles in south america, theresas in quebec, rachels going to baltimore and julies at the beach. Seriously need to et better. Feel nasty. Tired. Thats all. Bye.
~jenn~
~jenn~