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It's under there... *snicker* Guess who just won tickets to an Evanescence concert? No, no, go ahead and guess. Well, it wasn't me. Now guess who's going to an Evanescence concert. That would be me. Yes. I'm pumped. I mean, it's on a Tuesday, which is bad. But it's Evanescence! The band that a lot of "real" goths would say sucks, but I love them. Her voice is almost exactly like mine, and that gives me an incentive to just pop the CD in and belt it out. And I always love belting things. Take that as you will. Anywho... Journalism hasn't gotten any easier. Or better. Or, y'know, less terrifying. Speaking of which, I need to call that guy. Now. I need to call him now. But, um... I'm so dadgum nervous. I know if I keep putting it off, it'll never get done. But I think that part of me is hoping that I just do horrible in this class so she'll, I dunno, kick me out. I know that's stupid... but it's true. Alright... I'm going to call that guy. I'm getting over this fear. I'm going to get the information I need, and I'm going to write a kick-butt article... if I have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it. Okay, no I won't. I mean, no killing will be necessary. But if he's not there when I call, I'm going to mad. But I'm also going to be off the hook for a bit. Hmm... I should work on that. Bye guys. Sincerely missing her panties since the raid, <-Ghost-> |
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