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so i'm sitting at the Keenedy Branch library. Yes... this is fun isn't it. actually no... so i was supposed to read a thing from Leslie's Xanga... yeah definitely don't know her username and can't get onto even AIM express because this damn computer is so fucking firewalled... i suprised i could write fucking and not have it look like f***ing by no fault of my own. I just read what i wrote... i'm so angry and i don't know why... i need an outlet... i'll hit Josh harder tomorrow in Algebra II whilest we are doing nothing. So i hate this library. i tried to find books for Latin Nationals... but no these uncultured swine that we call munconians don't understand the need for books on ROMAN HISTORY... they have it on roman medicine, mythology, and philosophy.... but no history... yes... they are retarted.
So i need to go to track soon... my picture was in the paper for track today... it was funny... Mr. Mayfield laid it on my mother's desk and i was typing on a computer behind her and all i hear is this low, menahiacle (spelling?) "hunh, hunh..." i couldn't help thinking "Fuck... that bad huh?" Apparently i looked like a stroke patient according to little paul... but i don't really give a rip about what he thinks... so thats okay...
well, i must go now... And remember boys always leave the toilet seat down!
So i need to go to track soon... my picture was in the paper for track today... it was funny... Mr. Mayfield laid it on my mother's desk and i was typing on a computer behind her and all i hear is this low, menahiacle (spelling?) "hunh, hunh..." i couldn't help thinking "Fuck... that bad huh?" Apparently i looked like a stroke patient according to little paul... but i don't really give a rip about what he thinks... so thats okay...
well, i must go now... And remember boys always leave the toilet seat down!