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so instead of doing reading, i decide to update my journal. but i really have nothing very intersting to talk about at all. in fact, i think i'm going to write elaborate stories and such and make them friends only entries because i'm scared of internet stalkers.
i don't make any sense.
because i suck.
so i'm not supposed to be keeping track of these things in my head, but i am. they just run through and around and all over and ruin my life. ahh. turmoil. i can't decide whether i should go on like i am now or make a major change. not just a major change but like a complete life-makeover where no one will be able to recognize me because i'll perm my hair and dye it platinum blond and wear red and orange pleather outfits just like gwen stefani. am in need of a total life makeover. or i'm in need of heather to restore my sanity. i could also go for some bright red lipstick.
i'm going to look for some bright red lipstick and put that on and read for sociology.
i don't make any sense.
because i suck.
so i'm not supposed to be keeping track of these things in my head, but i am. they just run through and around and all over and ruin my life. ahh. turmoil. i can't decide whether i should go on like i am now or make a major change. not just a major change but like a complete life-makeover where no one will be able to recognize me because i'll perm my hair and dye it platinum blond and wear red and orange pleather outfits just like gwen stefani. am in need of a total life makeover. or i'm in need of heather to restore my sanity. i could also go for some bright red lipstick.
i'm going to look for some bright red lipstick and put that on and read for sociology.