mmm bop
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hkf'nmc;nlml';nm;zxlkh sleeepp.
that's basically what is going on in my head right now.
I almost forgot that i had this journal. I only remembered when lupy said something about getting a myspace. I refuse, you nevere know what any of those people actually look like. Anyway, now that my soul is no longer signed over to the devil (aka my field hockey coach) I may find some extra time to write. I haven't written in my real journal in forever either, which is probably a direct cause of the chaos going through my brain these days. When I write in there I basically put pen to paper and go for a steady hour without stopping, my hand hurts afterwards and there are black smudges all over myself because I am lefty - but I am satisfied. p.s. does anyone know how to post pictures in this thing?
its friday...i am home with my grampa who is very hard of hearing. He is yelling something about the ice maker. I love old people.
SAT's tomorrow, I'm going to force my self to work hard and concentrate for those few hours and then I am done with those god forsaken exams forever. I hate the part when they go through the proper procedure for filling in the circles. If you are not yet capable of sufficiently coloring in a small dot you have no future and shouldn't be waisting your time taking the SAT's anyway.
today I learned that Dr. Stroyan's father was Scottish. That's really all the information I need in life.
last scheduled season football game tomorrow :) but also :( then maybe afterwards watching benjamin swim across the resevoir? ha...maybe.
p.s. happy big 1-9 to the lovely Daria!! you're growing up sooo fast
hkf'nmc;nlml';nm;zxlkh sleeepp.
that's basically what is going on in my head right now.
I almost forgot that i had this journal. I only remembered when lupy said something about getting a myspace. I refuse, you nevere know what any of those people actually look like. Anyway, now that my soul is no longer signed over to the devil (aka my field hockey coach) I may find some extra time to write. I haven't written in my real journal in forever either, which is probably a direct cause of the chaos going through my brain these days. When I write in there I basically put pen to paper and go for a steady hour without stopping, my hand hurts afterwards and there are black smudges all over myself because I am lefty - but I am satisfied. p.s. does anyone know how to post pictures in this thing?
its friday...i am home with my grampa who is very hard of hearing. He is yelling something about the ice maker. I love old people.
SAT's tomorrow, I'm going to force my self to work hard and concentrate for those few hours and then I am done with those god forsaken exams forever. I hate the part when they go through the proper procedure for filling in the circles. If you are not yet capable of sufficiently coloring in a small dot you have no future and shouldn't be waisting your time taking the SAT's anyway.
today I learned that Dr. Stroyan's father was Scottish. That's really all the information I need in life.
last scheduled season football game tomorrow :) but also :( then maybe afterwards watching benjamin swim across the resevoir? ha...maybe.
p.s. happy big 1-9 to the lovely Daria!! you're growing up sooo fast