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I recieved my ACT scores yesterday. A 20. Pray tell, on an NYU scale, how bad is that? I got a job at King's Island. I'll be working the Starbucks they're putting in up there. I got into Xarier Summer Sessions on writing composition, but not the literature one. Turns out you can only do one semester per summer. $6.75 an hour. $0 hours a week. Drumline, quints. A 20, better than expected, maybe next time I'll do some preperation. I have a job finally. Considering saving all of it and flying to England over Christmas break. Headaches. Being made fun of by the football players for wearing payless shoes. Threaghtned to slit the leader's throat with a pencil. I didn't get in trouble, nor did my parents find out, however I got to stay home Thursday and Friday, and I didn't go to prom. Fuck them. I don't like anyone at my school anyway, why do I want to go to a party with them. My plans for Life are ruined. Deutschland still haunts me and noone understands anymore. Finally relating to Sarah on the level where you think everyone hates you. Headache. Life........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................