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Es tiempo para escuela ( i have no idea if that's right) I don't know what's going on, but did everybody stop sending me notes? I did get an email from a fellow Buffy fan who was at the Chicago con I went to, but other than that, the past few days have been rather un-reply-ful. Hm. Odd. But it doesn't count if you reply in response to my whiny-girl rant about it, because than that's just guilt. If I don't warrant responses other than guilt... Just kidding. I am putting myself through psychological boot camp. I've started making mantras for the mornings. Including things like: "I am not tired," "I will drink water," "I will not fail anything today," or something. Who knows. They might work. I feel pretty good this morning, only because I'm telling myself I do, though. Oh well. Whatever gets me through the day, is peachy with me. It's all jake, man! You guys are such cake-eaters. I bet you have real lives and stuff. I need to get one. But I think driving will be easier to obtain one with. I mean, four wheels and a dark blue shell with me inside of it is bound to suddenly give me access to a world that I've been on the fringes of for, say, ever. Right? Right?! Hee. I'll see you guys later. Dad says it's time to head to la escuela. <-Ghost-> |
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