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hate school. can't wait to get out. ms brawer belongs in an insane asylum. along with my grandmother. anyway. its 11. still have to finish kissinger. back to the old routine of no sleeping. sucks. gotta pee. nobody has any idea how much i'd rather work tomorrow instead of go to craft club. i think we should jsut turn craft club into silent ball club. that or ask questions and hand out candy club. those meetings were MUCH more successful than making glittery christmas trees from pinecones or painting shirts with unwashable paint or having them make ugly as hell trick-or-treat bags. this entry looks bitter, but i'm not in a bad mood, a little tired. i had a weird dream last night, plus i didn't even get to sleep til 2:30, woke at 5:30...eugh. FRIDAY COME SOONER.