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Oh my jeez. Zach just came into the library and I did a complete 180 degree wtf about it. He looks the same but so different. He says we should hang out before he leaves for the NAVY. Thats right, Zach Davis, one of the most ADD people I have ever met who can't commit to anything is in the navy. He showed me his ID card and I was just like OMFG DUDE. Yeah.
I just got off work and I'm at the library because I am waiting for my dear Tim to pick me up after he gets off crew soon. We are hopefully going to play much tonsil hockey in the forerunner because thats just how we do.
Today I got permission to write one of my really good friends a letter who is in some sort of rehab facility for trying to kill her parents. It has been months since I have talked to her and I miss her so much. But then I found out that what ever I write is going to be read by both her parents and the councilor. Ugh I don't want that. I already wrote the darn thing. I think the only thing that is moderatly iffy is that I said the words "set her free" but then I apologized if I offended her. I didn't censor the letter because I didn't want to make is seem all sterele and non homey. So, shes going to get a huge lettter that took me an hour today that talks about living on Mars and farming dust feilds and following celebrities and yeah. It should be good.
Jessica had me read this thing on numerology today and it was so cool. I had a pb&j sandwich for lunch and it was devine, and the last of my girl scout cookies. English is such a bunk class at this point, and its full of jack asses and its bugging me. No you can't scream the answer out in class, please stop. No I don't like you, but I'm afraid that if I'm not nice to you you are going to kill me when you shoot up the school. Yeah, you can have a cookie, I just want to live. Its basically that kind of situation every day with this one kid that sits next to me. He has no eyelashes and needs to wash his face, but I'm scared he is going to kill me, so I'm nice to him.
This computer doesn't have spell check, so there is a good chance all of this is spelled wrong but I don't know how to fix it. Where is my Tim? I want to kiss his yummy skittle eating mouth.
I just got off work and I'm at the library because I am waiting for my dear Tim to pick me up after he gets off crew soon. We are hopefully going to play much tonsil hockey in the forerunner because thats just how we do.
Today I got permission to write one of my really good friends a letter who is in some sort of rehab facility for trying to kill her parents. It has been months since I have talked to her and I miss her so much. But then I found out that what ever I write is going to be read by both her parents and the councilor. Ugh I don't want that. I already wrote the darn thing. I think the only thing that is moderatly iffy is that I said the words "set her free" but then I apologized if I offended her. I didn't censor the letter because I didn't want to make is seem all sterele and non homey. So, shes going to get a huge lettter that took me an hour today that talks about living on Mars and farming dust feilds and following celebrities and yeah. It should be good.
Jessica had me read this thing on numerology today and it was so cool. I had a pb&j sandwich for lunch and it was devine, and the last of my girl scout cookies. English is such a bunk class at this point, and its full of jack asses and its bugging me. No you can't scream the answer out in class, please stop. No I don't like you, but I'm afraid that if I'm not nice to you you are going to kill me when you shoot up the school. Yeah, you can have a cookie, I just want to live. Its basically that kind of situation every day with this one kid that sits next to me. He has no eyelashes and needs to wash his face, but I'm scared he is going to kill me, so I'm nice to him.
This computer doesn't have spell check, so there is a good chance all of this is spelled wrong but I don't know how to fix it. Where is my Tim? I want to kiss his yummy skittle eating mouth.