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I'm super bored and dieing. Work tonight, 4-7:30... what is that anyway? 3.5 hours? pfft. it baffles me. I have a busy weekend. finish my term paper, finish my lit portfolio, finish everything. So much stress with ho-ho coming. I think I hate christmas... in a very loving way. Last night was crazy, I came home and my whole family went nuts, they were laughing like lunatics and carrying on as if it were going out of style. I think they're on crack. I wish i was on crack... hrmmm.... ohhhh bubble tea this weekend I do propose. I'm gonna get pissed if "Matt" dosent call me... pfft. Matt. Fin bars on sunday again? I still love it, but its turned me to ruins. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing more awful then subjecting yourself to see the boy you love, with... not you. Building a gingerbread house with David this weekend. I just got this fab idea to call dave DM, because those are his initials... and I was hoping to find out what DM stood for, but all i could find was something about the dominacan...? So i'm opting for Doctor Medicated or something? Maybe? anyway, this turned into rambling... i love you candice and abby, please call me soon.