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just took a very long bath. nice and refreshed. tried rubbing pumis rock on my ankles and now they itch. grr.
day was alright, i guess. history test. i may have managed a B. maybe. we all have to finish a 60some question test with two pages of writing in 55 minutes. 55 minutes my ass. but i did finish. and that's all that matters, LOL.
we had to do this thing on the sears catalog near the turn of the century. mrs. b-l gave us each two individual ones to use as examples. i think she thought it would be really funny if, unlike everyone else's chairs, books, and clothing ads, i got ads for, get this: bust enlargements and men's underwear.
THANKYOUJESUS.
i kind of made some jokes in there. hopefully she'll find them funny. mrs. walsh got a good laugh on my C-grade sex ed test when i wrote "jesus loves you" on all the answers i didn't now. hee.
i feel so blah lately. i don't feel inspired. i don't feel like a queen anymore. and it sucks. because i don't have publicity (don't get it confused with popularity). i feel like such an outsider. like i don't belong anywhere. danielle's run off with some stoners, partiers, and cool/weird people like that. katy's run off with all the crestview abercrombie, clean-cut populars (becuase of ryan). and i'm left here. alone.
i hate feeling alone. and i hate homecoming week. because unlike everyone else, i have a date that doesn't like me, a dress that's too pretty for me, and shoes that are too tall and fancy for my feet. i'm not special enough to go. jesuschrist.
if south park was on tonight, i'd be happier.
day was alright, i guess. history test. i may have managed a B. maybe. we all have to finish a 60some question test with two pages of writing in 55 minutes. 55 minutes my ass. but i did finish. and that's all that matters, LOL.
we had to do this thing on the sears catalog near the turn of the century. mrs. b-l gave us each two individual ones to use as examples. i think she thought it would be really funny if, unlike everyone else's chairs, books, and clothing ads, i got ads for, get this: bust enlargements and men's underwear.
THANKYOUJESUS.
i kind of made some jokes in there. hopefully she'll find them funny. mrs. walsh got a good laugh on my C-grade sex ed test when i wrote "jesus loves you" on all the answers i didn't now. hee.
i feel so blah lately. i don't feel inspired. i don't feel like a queen anymore. and it sucks. because i don't have publicity (don't get it confused with popularity). i feel like such an outsider. like i don't belong anywhere. danielle's run off with some stoners, partiers, and cool/weird people like that. katy's run off with all the crestview abercrombie, clean-cut populars (becuase of ryan). and i'm left here. alone.
i hate feeling alone. and i hate homecoming week. because unlike everyone else, i have a date that doesn't like me, a dress that's too pretty for me, and shoes that are too tall and fancy for my feet. i'm not special enough to go. jesuschrist.
if south park was on tonight, i'd be happier.