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• Made it to state solo and ensemble for viola
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Friday, October 27, 2006

   cookies and milk.
Wasn't the best day. I was really out of it. NOt really out of it, just like spaced out. If I let my eyes stray for but a second, I would space. It was just odd. At lunch I was so hungry.. usually I never am.. so I ate like two huge tacos and got sick.. and then everyone thought I was sad but I just had to keep repeating to everyone that I just didn't feel so great. Funny how that is.
I'm pretty sure I'm glad this week is almost over. I am. A lot of fun things happened, but a lot of not so great things happened.
I just came home and cried today. My mom isn't my mother. She's sister farnsworth. Sister Farnsworth is my sunday school teacher. I despise her. She is the onriest person I've ever met, and every single one of her lessons are given only with the intention of making us feel guilty and worthless. Or at least thats what we get out of them. Anyhow, this toad decided she was gonna be nice and help out in Helping Hands.. you know, the group that donates their time to people.. so she shows up at my house to see if she could help out with my gram. That's when she realized who my mom was and realized she was my mother. Now she's totally taken over my moms mind and our house is hekk. Today.. was one of the worst days since she met my mom. I can't really explain. I'm sick of thinking about it. Hurts my brain.
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