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| here comes the sunI am so tired  I'm not going for CAP reunion, no. 100000000th tomorrow , not going to meet anyone either- yes, I'm that tired. | | |
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I fell asleep thinkingof you, them, us a thousand other pronounsDespite our vows and hugs andpromises, will you remember me?Yesterday I met youwe had nothing to sayI saw inside of your wallet, a picturenew, shiny, a small squarewhich answered everything and nothingfamiliar pixulated facesI wanted to tell you, the spot on the right
was mine. Do you miss me too?
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| she falls asleepI just found this sheet of paper, childhood scrawls and I found something very amusing. It was a booklist for some witch school, HAHA, Sabrina the Teenage Witch overdoes! Okay, yeah, the booklist, done by my cousin and I, age 2. It has lists of potions: mouth-enlarging potion, hair fall potion, chapped fingers lotion. I remember I secretly created them because I wanted to use them on my siblings.
Anyway, dinner sucked. Maybe I need some shut-up-to-your-elders-even-when-they're-being-completely-unreasonable potion.
Macs was fun, but mildly embarrassing ;D Sssh!
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| m butterflyCrap. My theatre essay is in a mess, I need Marsha. I'm going on and on about the themes of M Butterfly, espionage, Chinese government, sheeet! School is tiring, touch rugby is fun but not when the opposing team is letting you win everything, and my shoes are permanently stained (omg guys are so gay when it comes to shoes and stains, or is it only the guys in my team, which makes up 2/5 of the guys but is it?) but it's still kinda fun huhh. I didn't audition for anything in the theatre play, except for Koby/Loby, because it was some fun-impulse-random thing, and I'm going to take up designing  I am so excited. I'm fiddling with the friendship bands on my wrists and considering a tan line. Milon's party was rad. Museum is awesome, ah Arella. | | |
| D: cranky.ohmygawd.
4 years of staying up late to clear up everybody's project mess hasn't taught me how to stay up late and not feel tired or annoyed or cranky even though I'm staring at this stupid bright glaring screen when my whole room is pitch black and urgh, no use doing anything tomorrow because it's too late. And I'm not going to do well because it's going to be out of point or I'm not standing straight enough or my eyes are closing or my hair's in a mess or I go up in front of the class glaring at the teacher because I'm feeling so cranky.
URGHH.
Today is a bad day. We took our height and weight and I am FAT, and it;s not one of those girly little complaints coming from stick-thin elves. It's true this time. And I didn't reach 9 for the beep test, just 8 something. I'm so upset.
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