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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
The softly soft.
I hate to keep posting these small stupid posts, but there's not much I can do. I am just too worn out to do much else.
Staying up until 2 each night is starting to have its effects on me it seems. But only in the earlier parts of the day.
At night I'm always wide away and have trouble sleeping.
I started this cycle of my own will though, so not much I can do to stop it unless I want to.
Still haven't written a story all week. Only poems.
I did terrible on my Geometry quiz I just took a moment ago. 4/10. Wonderful.
I wish I could just go to sleep. Ah well.
This post has no point. I am just posting to post it seems.
So. Tired.
I had something more I was going to say. I cannot remember though. . .figures.
If I'm still this tired when I get home, I believe I'll take a nap. Oh, but my mom wants to go the grocery store. I love going to the grocery store with my mom. It is nice to just get out of the house, since on the weekdays I end up just sitting around down in my room, on the internet ceaselessly for no reaons, dilly-dallying on doing my homework and wishing I could write, while listening to music.
That was a long sentence. Stupid long sentence.
I also should go to Menard's as well. I. Need. To. Get. A. Job. By. Summer. At. The. Very. Least.
I just want to lie in sleep's arms, since there's no other arms to lie in.
Chemistry next. Death to Chemistry. Death to it on a sufferous level.
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