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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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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.

As for the apathy, I'll concede that. I didn't have the motivation to start early, and in this procrastinatory folly failed to predict how my inaction would effect you. And for that I'm truly sorry. Hurting you or aggravating you was never my intention. I'm clueless as to the cause, but my recent lethargy is a shift in persona I HAVE noticed. Way back in...whatever month we planned our epic silly string bandit attmept I realized that I just didn't give a shit about well, anything really. But that's changed, I care about some things now, namely you and Devan and saving our friendship. In any case, I'm sorry that I failed to tender proper consideration to your feelings. I've been horribly flaky, and I admire your patience with my shirksome attitude. With any luck, our team will get at least close to its goal, and we'll have a wonderful time celebrating curing cancer and the end of your stress.

PS I'm honored that you can bitch to me. It proves that our relationship, while at times a bit strained, is able to withstand the rigors of spontaneous remonstration.

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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.

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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.