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Yaaay! I just adopted a 20 slot accordian folder from my brother, so now I can start preparing all my precious school supplies for school. Squee! It's kind of sad how happy this makes me, but hey, everyone has to have a hobby. :-D
Next quest: Hunt down some melon Fabreeze (Febreeze? I'm too lazy to look it up) to spritz all over my room. And I'll tyr my hardest to keep my room tidy. I'm going yard sale hunting for a desk so I actually have a place to do homework. *jumps up and down* Yay for organization!
Gosh, it's quite sad, really. I've even planned out what I'm wearing the first day of school. Maaaaan, that's bad. But oh well, I'm content...enough. Whee! Maybe all this hyperactivity and obsessive organization is coming from the coffee I had at Dunkin' Donuts.
Okay, I'm done being hyper. Seeing how....this is the next day.
But now I'm depressed because I made pecan pralines, but they I left them till the hard ball stage, so that completely messed them up. :( I suppose there's always next time. I just like to get things right the first time, and I just collapse if I don't.
I suppose it's the perfectionist in me coming out. For example, when I messed up the pralines, I cried for a whole friggin' hour. I mean, who does that?! well....me...apparently. xP
Oh well, life is life, and it goes on. I would update more, but I need to go to my first soccer practice! ...With a nauseous stomach, migrane, and painful jaw. Rawr. I should've taken Ibuprofen instead of Acetaminophen. But that is life. Meaning I have to wait another 4 or 5 hours before I can take anything. That kinda SUCKS. >:O
Oh well, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? Um...I suppose. Either that or it just knocks you unconcious for a while. I'd rather take the latter, it's much more relaxed. :-D
Well, time to inflate my pitifully flat ball. (Whee, Lance Armstrong and Pokemon Monopoly!) *sigh* Because my STUPID SOCCER COACH TOOK MY OTHER BALL LAST SEASON, AND CLAIMED THAT HE LEFT IT AT THE FIELD. JERK-WAD. >:(
But anyways! I hope you all have a darling Friday (TGIF!) at school, and enjoy your long labor day weekend.
AND HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, BOB! <333333333333333333
Next quest: Hunt down some melon Fabreeze (Febreeze? I'm too lazy to look it up) to spritz all over my room. And I'll tyr my hardest to keep my room tidy. I'm going yard sale hunting for a desk so I actually have a place to do homework. *jumps up and down* Yay for organization!
Gosh, it's quite sad, really. I've even planned out what I'm wearing the first day of school. Maaaaan, that's bad. But oh well, I'm content...enough. Whee! Maybe all this hyperactivity and obsessive organization is coming from the coffee I had at Dunkin' Donuts.
Okay, I'm done being hyper. Seeing how....this is the next day.
But now I'm depressed because I made pecan pralines, but they I left them till the hard ball stage, so that completely messed them up. :( I suppose there's always next time. I just like to get things right the first time, and I just collapse if I don't.
I suppose it's the perfectionist in me coming out. For example, when I messed up the pralines, I cried for a whole friggin' hour. I mean, who does that?! well....me...apparently. xP
Oh well, life is life, and it goes on. I would update more, but I need to go to my first soccer practice! ...With a nauseous stomach, migrane, and painful jaw. Rawr. I should've taken Ibuprofen instead of Acetaminophen. But that is life. Meaning I have to wait another 4 or 5 hours before I can take anything. That kinda SUCKS. >:O
Oh well, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? Um...I suppose. Either that or it just knocks you unconcious for a while. I'd rather take the latter, it's much more relaxed. :-D
Well, time to inflate my pitifully flat ball. (Whee, Lance Armstrong and Pokemon Monopoly!) *sigh* Because my STUPID SOCCER COACH TOOK MY OTHER BALL LAST SEASON, AND CLAIMED THAT HE LEFT IT AT THE FIELD. JERK-WAD. >:(
But anyways! I hope you all have a darling Friday (TGIF!) at school, and enjoy your long labor day weekend.
AND HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, BOB! <333333333333333333