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Do we read ANY happy books in grade 12? >__o Everyone dies in Hamlet, everyone dies in Wuthering Heights...and Death of a Salesman is just pathetically...pathetic. Like, sad in a bad way. SO SUE ME. I LIKE HAPPY ENDINGS. Does Turn of the Screw end happily? I hope so 'cause damnit, our curriculum sucks otherwise. :| In other news...I picked up FFIX for $10 at EB today. Chalk another game up onto my "to play" list. @_@ read more

Life is a wonderful thing. Yesterday morning, Lil'dancr'grl came by and asked if she could borrow some eggs.  I started to yell out "MARIA", but then I stopped midway.  Jeez, how embarrassing, those two look so much alike.  Like Tiny M&M's in a little bowl.  Then I decided to hang out with Maria and Haruki, where we walked to Albertson's to buy Groceries and cigarettes. How exciting.  Then we walked back, dumpster diving and sitting on a bench contemplating why our lives are so good.  Maria is such...

School is almost over already. Thank god. >_> People always bug me around this time of year.. I only have a week...Tomorrow, Friday, then Monday-Friday next week....We get out at 10:35 AM all next week though. Jeez..Thats like..3 hours of school. I guess I'll just...sleep on the bus, sleep at school, then come home and sleep some more. =] Final Fantasy X and X-2 soon. =]]

i relly dont know how to act around friends....because i guess i dont have a solid "me" for you know...being yourself?  i swear im bipolar...one moment im happy, next im depressed....and vice versa......fuck well it screws things up all the time....>. .

My schedule is now: 5:30am Wake 8:00am Anna to school 8:30am Work at Real Job 5:00pm Leave Real Job 5:30pm Pick up Anna 6:00pm Dinner/Homework 7:00pm Bath/Story 8:30pm Anna Bed 9:00pm Study/Homework/John Stone 12:00am Bed Everyother weekend I will be free to do school and John Stone without Anna. But in reality I will have 4 jobs to do. Jeez. I actually signed up for this. But really now, Really??

Oh my fuck I'm back at fucking school fuck fuck fuck. Dammit! I wasn't here ten minutes when I got a 'hey, don't judge people' vibe/lecture from someone. Projectile puke, dudes, seriously. DO NOT LECTURE ME. You're not a damn professor, you're not my adviser, or my fucking babysitter and I don't need to censor a joke! And a weak joke at that! More like teasing! You liked Borat. I did not. Ergo, you like things I don't like and vice versa. I'm allowed to make a judgment about whether or not I personally...