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The exams were difficult, but I expect that I did all right. I'm still rather awake, which I don't really enjoy - my sleep schedule is going to be thrown off for at least a week now - but I am obviously not the only one.
I find writing this journal entry to be tiresome. Must I continue? I like them to be a healthy length, because I always feel as if something is incorrect when they're not - but at the same time, I find this journal project to be an incredibly idiotic waste of my time. Melissa has finally confessed to the thieving of my lip gloss. Well, she has admitted that she "borrowed" it. I remember when I loan out incredibly expensive lip gloss, thank you very much. I don't just forget. The least she could have done was asked, but I suppose that would have consumed too much of the time that she intended on spending with my lip gloss. I've ordered several more, though, so all is resolved, and I forgive her. Our mothers are fairly close friends, after all. I cannot be too harsh.
Mother is still with that man. This is positive. He's very rich. He sent me a lovely bracelet that he had made specially for me. But as the style went out over a month ago (assumedly when he first ordered it), I cannot wear it. How unfortunate. That boy has finally ceased sending me letters. Thank goodness. I was beginning to fear for my life.
My eyes are beginning to grow tired. I suppose that I should always write in this thing when I'm feeling like an insomniac. It simply bores one to sleep.
-- Tracey
I find writing this journal entry to be tiresome. Must I continue? I like them to be a healthy length, because I always feel as if something is incorrect when they're not - but at the same time, I find this journal project to be an incredibly idiotic waste of my time. Melissa has finally confessed to the thieving of my lip gloss. Well, she has admitted that she "borrowed" it. I remember when I loan out incredibly expensive lip gloss, thank you very much. I don't just forget. The least she could have done was asked, but I suppose that would have consumed too much of the time that she intended on spending with my lip gloss. I've ordered several more, though, so all is resolved, and I forgive her. Our mothers are fairly close friends, after all. I cannot be too harsh.
Mother is still with that man. This is positive. He's very rich. He sent me a lovely bracelet that he had made specially for me. But as the style went out over a month ago (assumedly when he first ordered it), I cannot wear it. How unfortunate. That boy has finally ceased sending me letters. Thank goodness. I was beginning to fear for my life.
My eyes are beginning to grow tired. I suppose that I should always write in this thing when I'm feeling like an insomniac. It simply bores one to sleep.
-- Tracey