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Aug 14, 2005 18:10

Wow... well, I think that band camp entry is going to have the most comments ever. On this journal. Merf. I don't know what I'm feeling right now. My stomache is oddly settled and my throat is oddly clogged. Bleh. I've been working on summer reading to get my mind off things. That and the fact that I have to. Sarah and I each chose a book to do then we're going to swich and rewrite. It's going to be harder this year because there are so many quotes and we have to come up with alternates for most of them. I am not a sloppy copier. We're supposed to divide our book into 25 page incriments (sp?) and then write a whole shitload of...hmmm ducks? Motherfucking ducks to say the least.My book has 11 sections and I'm handwriting all of my answers first, because it's just easier. I'm only just starting section 7 and I'm on handwritten page 19. Jeez. Summer reading sucks ass.

I went uniform shopping. *cringe* . It was horrifying (sp?). I've given up on pants this year. They were soooooo Hideous. blechchcharf. Thats right. blechchcharf. they were the kind that were tight up around your belly button then poofed out like you have a lard ass or something. I mean wtf? Then tose gay ass pockets that are practically vertical, so not only can you not put anything in it that won't fall out, but the poke out when you walk. Those pants are DISGUSTING. I'd rather go pantless. I'll wear skirts all year thanks. long skirts for winter. FUCK YOU SCHOOLBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't even mean this in a funny stupid way. Who the fuck thought it would be easier? usually you just get a few new things for the new school year, but now, noooo, we have to go buy a whole new fucking wardrobe. Then they are wasting all that fucking levy money they were begging for to have schoolbusses on hold to drive the horrible little children that don't comply. Oh yeah, and Mr.Denny. I don't know what his job was in middle school because all he did was bitch at people for wearing sweaters with no buttons, and now he's comming up. He wouldn't let me wear a duster once because he couldn't figure out what it was. Motherfucker.

Anyway...... I don't know about Cheesecake. Don't ask. I couldn't tell you. Mostly because I have no fucking idea. Don't tell me I like him, because i don't know if i do. I am fond of him. I adore him, but like? That's something else entirely. And Joe, don't get all huffy, I probably do like him more than you like that trucker bitch of yours ;)
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