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trying to forget about the war...
Psh....
well i didn't get drum major but the best one got it, Jessie. I'm so happy for her. she has tried out for three years now, and the last two were rigged. haha i wish I could've seenthe look on fucking regina's ugly ass rat face. she'll probably get it next year, little whore. good thing I won't be there.
so there was this interview part and i was fucking honest about all of my answers and thus, i was shot down. oh well, i hate band and i'll have to march horn for one more year since dear mother won't let me quit.
well again, vincent said some shit that he did NOT need to say. sometimes I wish he would just keep his trap closed. he can really hurt me sometimes though he says he's sorry fifty million times.
but enough about boys. i can't believe its cold again! fuck, i was going to wear some flip flops today. i can't wait until monday. i'll be nervous as fuck though. i hope i do well. i'm pretty confident but then again..dunno.
in english i'm in a lit circle thing and my group decided to make a Real World skit for the four stories we read. I guess I better go think of a script because I know no one else is thinking about it this weekend!!
happy saturday!
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