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Wednesday, November 28, 2007


Errgrr. I think I'm gonna be like posting about my school day daily for you guys. I used to talk to my dad but now that my mom's home full time I like, don't say as much and I write it instead. It's such a chore to talk to my mom. For example, today this guy stole my seat on the bus and I had to sit near these giggly girls. One like, smacked me in the head. O_O
Dad: *laughs*
Mom: Did they do it on purpose? Did they say sorry?

-_- I hate talking to her. I took out my art sketchbook aka emo diary and started writing about them. Lemme read. "I hafta turn my music up higher than usual because it REALLY hard to drown these girls out. Darn, still hear them wtf getting hit in the head. Today at lunch we reminisced or however you spell it. Talked about 5th grade, best year of our lives. Our stupid hormone controlled teenage live, and I'm writing in my emo journal on the bus. Darn. Nothing to say. But I am emo girl, I should have something to say. Shleet mah reests."
Yeah, I called myself emo girl cause I had a navy blue sweatshirt and those girls... were just giving me that look.

Hope you all had a good day. meh

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