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since i'm failing out of spanish i had to get extra help today. and my fucking mom called the school because she's "concerned". right. i'm sure she is. so i get called into the office and tropper copper and mrs. b are like "SO. SPANISH" and i'm like "yeah. spanish." but whatever. they're bitches and i hate them, end of story.
that was kind of stupid...sorry. i'm really cold and i love my eyeliner. cause it's black and sparkely.
i don't know why i'm talking about all of this random stuff.
oh well.
i hate this journal. i really need to make a new one.