| Hopping merrily onto the bandwagon.
My Space
Right now, I have three friends. One is the guy who's everybody's friend. Good-bye.
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| Eee, music! Franz Ferdinand! Aimee Mann! Postal Service! Spoon! Built to Spill! Thrice! Death Cab!
And that's about as happy as I'm going to get on a Sunday before finals.
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| Happy Birthday, Tiff!
Went to my first social outing outside of school events to celebrate Tiffany's fabulous sixteenth birthday. Nice pictures on Christina's xanga. Yeah.
I hope my brother's okay. He's super sick. He's not eating, which isn't exactly normal.
My mother thinks every teenager in the world wants to go to Stanford, but only tell their parents otherwise. Aaalright.
Finals!
Communication is the fuel of friendship. :(
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| Eek. Sorry to alarm you guys. I don't have cancer. I'm just extremely stressed out (my hair tends to fall off when I'm freaking out) and I'm starting to think that my brace has altered more than it should've. It's just ridiculous how little of the work we do makes a difference in the long run.
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| My hair's falling out, I've got weird bone growth going on around my heart, I'm waking up at 6:00 every morning. My own personal apocalypse. Foo. | |
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