I Don't Wanna Grow Up...

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(Be warned, this, once again, isn't a really fun entry. I'm out of my humorous groove. So...if you are looking for textbook me, don't read this.)

It might be too late now. But can't I just go back to being a kid?

Remember the days when the second you got home from school the hardest things left to think about involved Gushers fruit snacks and

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Oh, the battle of wits.

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I usually win this battle, but perhaps not this time. But I do love when a man is broken down for mispelling "concearned" after he has opened up his heart, and mind, for the world to examine, or disect, or spit on. A true friend knows when you tear into a man. (This drama is fake, for those who don't know me well enough to understand such things.)

I would like to make it clear to everyone, that throughout middle school I had ZERO attendance problems, and THAT is when I contemplated snacking (that is pretty clear, if you don't have problems reading). So yes, that was my first thought when I came home from school.

Finally, what is that *something* in Jacksonville that I might be persuing? I'm slightly confused about that. There is NOTHING in Jacksonville, remember? And I don't KNOW what I want to do, thats the problem. (And, unless you are a selfish a-hole, you can't ignore people involved, its not an ok thing to do.)

SO...booyah.

You better be talking to the registrar today, and you better be pulling out the benjamins if it takes some bribery... One last thing, if you are going to use part of your comment as a "read my journal" prop, you got to write in it more.