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Food now please It's gonna be a rainy week here in Tejas. Sigh. I don't want to go to school in the rain. I mean, is it just too much to ask? Just for one dry day or two on my first week back after a heavenly two weeks off? Or a snowstorm? C'mon! Please!? Sorry. Oh, I'll go back, just with a little more than minimal kicking and screaming. Wah. It's already like 5:00 and that means I have like, 5 measly hours until I have to go to sleep. And then I'll have 8 measly hours to sleep (and you know that I won't go to sleep at 10. I'll lay there, and read, and lay there until like, 2), and...grrr. Shut up, school. I hope my Child Development class isn't the one with the baby that I have to carry around like, forever. I think that's the Parenting Techniques class. I HOPE. I don't want to carry around the fake baby that cries every five minutes. I mean, how ANNOYING would that be? I'm not in any danger of having sex and makin' a baby any time soon, and that baby would distract every class I have for like, a week. Ergh. I hope it's just a variant of Child Psychology. Fingers crossed! Dave Barry's quitting. DAVE BARRY IS QUITTING! That's NOT cool. Not. At. All. Dad thinks that I'm "meant to take his place." That's a very odd comment to make. I don't think I agree. Maybe it's just because I now have a natural aversion to writing for a newspaper. But maybe if SATAN wasn't the one running it, I'd be alright. I don't know. I'm only 15 for god's sake. Oh well. We'll see, eh? I'm HUNGRY! I'll come back later when I finish eating. <-Ghost-> |
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