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|whitenailpolish (profile) wrote, |
on 9-18-2003 at :06am
|Current mood: groggy
Subject: The smell of burnt hair..
|I have a cold. I just burnt my hair blow drying it. I went to standard today and saw Mr. Myers, Mr. Duerr, and Mr. Walls. We were going to see Mr B but he wasn't there. I need to start my history hw. He isn't talking to I might as well go. I need a person to go to the homecoming dance with me desparately. I think I'm PMSing. I need to put my pants up. I really don't want to get up tomorrow.. even though it's still tonight. I must sell this effing entertainment book, or else. who the eff would buy this damn thing for 20 dollars? why don't they just have us sell some chocolate. He left.. I took some cold pills so I feel all loopy and crap. Now I must go watch big brother.