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I decided to write to YOU . . .
yes, you. Don't let those other people try to tell you that it's for someone else.
Anyway, my week of hell is almost over (even though it's only tuesday, the hell part ends wednesday). So, I'm not going to ramble and bitch about the tests that I've taken (pray for my Brit. Lit. test to be graded with niceness and love (HAHA) the tests that I'll take (it's a final, but I think it'll be easy) or the homework I'm avoiding (there's books all over my floor, you should see it) instead of any of those things, I'm going to tell you about, hmm, let's see . . .
I'm entering a contest for a 500 dollar scholarship. I'm entering 3 poems, and hopefully one of them doesn't suck, but I highly doubt I'll win anything because we have some insanely talented undergrad. creative writing people here, and I"m a lowly freshman, not really looking to win, but I might as well try.
Other than that . . . what? Nothing really, I lead a boring life.
I stepped on my glasses.
I think that I need to take more pictures with my digital camera so that it gets some use, and so that I can maybe make this journal of mine a bit more interesting.
I'll look into this . . .
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