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A Story, by Me.
Once upon a time, I had a friend named Joey. Joey was a cool guy but he liked marijuana and alcohol a little too much. When I stopped partaking in all that, he stopped talking to me, because we had nothing to talk about. Now he is apparently not doing so well. I miss Joey. But Joey is not the same as he used to be, so even when I IM Joey, he does not seem like the same Joey.
Midterms next week. I have to write my Society midterm paper this week. Wah. There are only a few people in my Society class. They are: Sir Davar Firouz the Invincible (commonly referred to in this journal as Davy), Sophie, Eric, Erika, Dan, and me. They are writing their society papers too.
Once upon a time, I had a friend named Joey. Joey was a cool guy but he liked marijuana and alcohol a little too much. When I stopped partaking in all that, he stopped talking to me, because we had nothing to talk about. Now he is apparently not doing so well. I miss Joey. But Joey is not the same as he used to be, so even when I IM Joey, he does not seem like the same Joey.
Midterms next week. I have to write my Society midterm paper this week. Wah. There are only a few people in my Society class. They are: Sir Davar Firouz the Invincible (commonly referred to in this journal as Davy), Sophie, Eric, Erika, Dan, and me. They are writing their society papers too.