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painting my room put a finality to the whole house situation. it is my room and it is my house. i am so excited. i love getting older. i just wish people grew, as they got older. it seems that a lot of people stay in the same rut as they age and that allows no room for progress. i'm not saying i have come of age or anything, but it disappoints me that i know many people my age or older, that are shallow and base. i don't even know why i'm talking about this. i was just going to complain about how much tonsillectomies suck, but i ended up with this. i'll blame it on the liquid vicodin and the lack of anything else to talk about. notice how you always complain, if there isn't anything else to talk about? i guess it just fills the void
when are you all going back to school?