| This is like the worst week ever. And it's only Monday. This doesn't bode well.
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| What hey! I did leave, and now I'm back. Tour was awesome, as always. Now for school, in a few days.
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| Things are not going well. And they wonder why I don't care to talk to them. If the only real conversations we have end up by insulting me, I'll find someone else to talk to, thank you very much. It's hard to backpedal now, especially when you're not trying.
I'll be glad to leave.
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| So, apparently Xanga works here now. We'll see how long that lasts.
Wow, reading the post below this one is confusing even me. And I wrote it.
I am so ready to get back to school. Except for the @%$@ car thing. My parents still don't want me to take a vehicle. I've been telling them for at least a year that I wanted a car at school my second year. I was ok with no car my first year, though goodness knows I could have used one. But next semester I actually *NEED* a car. I've got a photography class. I'll have to take alot of pictures. Pictures on campus stink. I've already got a boatload of pictures of the bell tower; I don't need any more. I need to be able to go off campus to take pictures. On MY schedule. To random places, not hitching a ride to Wal*Mart. So without a car, I'm screwed. That class is screwed; the one class I was really looking forward to. If I get a poor grade in there, I could lose my scholarship. In which place I'm screwed. For life. So, this bites. Hard. And my parents said if I complained I wouldn't be driving a car here either. I'm not even gonna say what I'm thinking.
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| I'm so screwed.
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