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I don't feel so good now. I haven't done much of anything in the last 24 last hours and it feels like I am right where I was last night at this time. I don't like it. But I do like dunkacinos. I don't like butterfinger crisps. Or snow. Or guilt. But Kill Bill is good. So are some people.
I have to read One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. And do some Soc paper that she wants to make 5 pages long. I <3 Sundays.
Tomorrow = Sunshine or Emily's party? Or both?
I saw the saddest movie today. It was about Irish immigrants and a scary/awesome black man. Life can be so sad sometimes.
This is the only journal entry I've written that is close to what I would actually write in a real journal.
Kbye.
P.S. What's a bonkey?
I have to read One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. And do some Soc paper that she wants to make 5 pages long. I <3 Sundays.
Tomorrow = Sunshine or Emily's party? Or both?
I saw the saddest movie today. It was about Irish immigrants and a scary/awesome black man. Life can be so sad sometimes.
This is the only journal entry I've written that is close to what I would actually write in a real journal.
Kbye.
P.S. What's a bonkey?