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I got a disease Argh. At some point yesterday, I wrote this wonderful, loving entry, where I linked to every single one of my friends, and yet? Diaryland ate it. So, you know what? I love all of you, Dad, Linz, James, Dee, Christopher, Kerri, Heather, all of you. If I forgot your name, it's not because I don't love you, it's because I feel sick right now. You know who you are. Also, I'm pretty sure I scored very well on the retake of the Biology essay test I buh-ombed. So the notes from hell are not being studied anymore. Woohoo. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some brain-frying headaches, ear-popping earaches, and throat-swelling throat-aches to go take care of. Whimper. Stupid dad and his stupid virus. I'll see you guys in a while... if Diaryland even lets me put this one through. <-Ghost-> Listening to: This Love-Maroon 5, and Disease-Matchbox 20 |
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