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Friday, December 3rd, 2004
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Playing with my journal's colour scheme--trying to find something suitable. My journal will probably have gone through a psychedelic stage before I find a colour scheme I like.
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Friday. Yes, finally.
School gets me out of the house, sure, but who doesn't love Fridays with every ounce of love they can muster? Seriously.
FRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY. [flounce.]
My day was not amazing. My day is never amazing. I woke up, ate Cheez Wiz toast, drank tea, went to school, endured an hour and twenty minutes of Hamlet, ate lunch, endured a movie in science with a substitute teacher (Mr. C's been gone two Fridays in a row; slacker!), then went to social, wrote notes, watched some film called "Why Appeasement?" and then I came home, got tea, ate grilled cheese, and have been sitting here since. I think my life before and after school is just some parallel world.
And I am officially out of tea. Time for cup #3 today. Adieu.
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Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
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Well, today sucked. I mean, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't amazing. I started a food fight at lunch, but in the process got an orange peel stuck in my bra and couldn't get it out. I was worried I'd start enjoying it.
Social's going well, but science is going down the hole. Eh, oh well. I just gotta work on the damn Physics unit.
English? Well, that's another story. 24% and I'm still half-assing every assignment I get. Stupid teacher.
Otherwise, yeah. That was my day. AMAZING. Please go fuck yourself. I don't like you.
..unless you're Selina or Michaela reading this--in which case I'll see you tomorrow and smother you in love (which, by the way, comes in the form of snide comments and hostility).
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Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
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Well, after various attempts to get a username, I managed to get a very boring, drab user, but it's not like I really care because this is, after all, Live Journal, and no one cares anyways. Something like that. This journal will not be restricted to anyone's eyes so, on that note, I will not be writing anything personal in here like I did my past journal (which I have since deleted each and every entry from). Also, I probably don't like you.
Enjoy.
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