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[splinched]

Apparantly, I'm a "lazy zombie" who aggravates Ashley to the point where the sight of my face makes her tear her hair out. Um, until today I was oblivious to this, and for the life of me I can't recall what I do that annoys her, and everyone else. Truthfully, I'm a bit afraid that whatever it is that gets on their nerves is some intrinsic part of

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[pumpkins_n_pups]

No, it's basically the way that your attitude has changed ever since you've begun habitually smoking weed with your work friends. Also, I'm not sure why I'm the one being called out here, since Devan seems to be much more pissed off at you than I am.

[splinched]

This always happens. Whenever I go back to edit or private something because it sounds too abrasive or aggressive you've already commented. I'm not trying to "call you out", just inviting you to share (as much as that makes me sound like a wishy washy phsycologist). I haven't noticed a change, but apparantly a big one has been evident to you and Deva. The way I understood it, I'm rubbing your nerves raw and we "don't get along". News to me. We have our spats, we're too much alike in temperment to refrain from butting heads at least sometimes, but I thought we were alright. So, about this change, care to elaborate?

[pumpkins_n_pups]

One example is Relay. You know that this is really important to me, and you've just completely given up on it. You don't care about anything anymore, least of all my feelings and how the things you do are going to affect them. You're basically the only person that I feel like I can complain about other people to because you do the same with me, so when I bitch about everyone not doing anything to help for Relay I can't believe that you're just sitting there and doing nothing to help. It's not like I'm even asking you to pick up some slack, you won't even attempt to reach your own goal. You were never this apathetic towards your friends before you starting hanging out with people from Subway so much.

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I think we've had a misunderstanding concerning my participation in Relay. Devan told me that you told her that I told you (never thought I'd need to say that)that I wasn't going to ATTEMPT to make my goal. I'm going door to door Wednesday and Thursday in my neighborhood (even have my relay shirt and hat laid out). An epitomal example of too little too late, I know, but I'll try to garner as many funds as I can. I am just doubtful of acquiring the full amount

[pumpkins_n_pups]

You told me twice last week (or at least once last week and I think the other time may have been the week before that) that you weren't going to make goal, and the second time you told me that you weren't even going to try. I believe the first time you said it was before fifth period, and the second time was either last Wednesday or Thursday before school in the library. You know my memory and you know that I don't make this shit up, so trust me on it.

By the way, I seriously kick ass at forging your mom's signature. If you ever need it done again, come to me. Oh, and your lethargy is due to all the weed you've been smoking.

[splinched]

Let the records show that I'm determined enough try my damndest but realistic enough to understand that I'd need a favor from Jesus to make three hundred dollars in two days. There, it's in print, whatever I said (we all know I barely register my own voice when I talk so fuck if I know what I've said) this is what I meant. Props to you for your super forging skills, and you'll be happy to know that I've sworn off the herb till after Senior SATs, with three allowances of course.

See you tomorrow.