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i want long hair.
um my hair was ridiculously short this summer, please never let me do that again. thanks.
i'm sitting here at peaceful journey, and it's supposed to be my last official day - but they have yet to hire anyone new. i think they're gonna hire logan. good for logan. but this weekend i get to paint the window. SO if anyone drives past on that back alleyway (at the end of the starbucks shopping center behind sticky fingers) and you see the giant sun/moon thing on the window - ya, i did that.
i need to make a list of all things that must be done this weekend/effective, uh, soon.
ap calculus mc/free response
read 79537493 pages of heart of darkness. (NOT sparknotes.)
beach! it's sunny!
i want to go to the park, too. and lots of walks.
PAINT WINDOW. and try not to get killed.
go to the mall/look for jewelry and hair crap for prom.
watch ncaa tournament with my mother (OMG MY FATHER IS LEAVING US FOR INDIANAPOLIS UNTIL TUESDAY. WE'RE GONNA KILL EACH OTHER.)
i need to go to the eye doctor. headaches.
alright i feel better.
i think we find out class rank soon. i'm possibly salutatorian, but valedictorian is definitely murat's.
gah.
it's not a big deal, stephanie. we're all gonna graduate and start better lives and not remember any of this. and it's not like you really give a shit about fletcher high school, anyway.
there are more important things to think about.
like the other night, driving down 9th, and not being able to get my mind off the one thing that constantly enraptures it.
you know, i still get that overwhelming feeling of joy each time i see him open his front door, as i did when we fell asleep on aaron's couch that night, and i woke up in the morning to see him next to me.
i love him, so much, and i really want everyone to know.
mm.
um my hair was ridiculously short this summer, please never let me do that again. thanks.
i'm sitting here at peaceful journey, and it's supposed to be my last official day - but they have yet to hire anyone new. i think they're gonna hire logan. good for logan. but this weekend i get to paint the window. SO if anyone drives past on that back alleyway (at the end of the starbucks shopping center behind sticky fingers) and you see the giant sun/moon thing on the window - ya, i did that.
i need to make a list of all things that must be done this weekend/effective, uh, soon.
ap calculus mc/free response
read 79537493 pages of heart of darkness. (NOT sparknotes.)
beach! it's sunny!
i want to go to the park, too. and lots of walks.
PAINT WINDOW. and try not to get killed.
go to the mall/look for jewelry and hair crap for prom.
watch ncaa tournament with my mother (OMG MY FATHER IS LEAVING US FOR INDIANAPOLIS UNTIL TUESDAY. WE'RE GONNA KILL EACH OTHER.)
i need to go to the eye doctor. headaches.
alright i feel better.
i think we find out class rank soon. i'm possibly salutatorian, but valedictorian is definitely murat's.
gah.
it's not a big deal, stephanie. we're all gonna graduate and start better lives and not remember any of this. and it's not like you really give a shit about fletcher high school, anyway.
there are more important things to think about.
like the other night, driving down 9th, and not being able to get my mind off the one thing that constantly enraptures it.
you know, i still get that overwhelming feeling of joy each time i see him open his front door, as i did when we fell asleep on aaron's couch that night, and i woke up in the morning to see him next to me.
i love him, so much, and i really want everyone to know.
mm.