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you wonder, you wonder, you wonder...
i felt so shitty today. i really like that mike kid. so besides all my "personal problems" (ie, shit i don't feel like dealing with) i have to have "feelings" for him. technically i don't have "feelings" for him, since i don't know him personally, but he seems so nice. everyone says he's so nice. too bad he probably thinks i'm a naive sophomore, when i'm actually five days older. but what can you do. i can't believe he's a senior.
i'm trying really hard not to like him.
today i fell on my way home from the bus stop. i laughed for a while but when stopped when i saw blood gushing out of my right hand. i looked down and realized i fell smack-dab onto a shattered beer bottle.
during french the two narrow-minded mormon girls kept bothering me. they whispered and giggled about me in the typical (eighth grade) way. finally they slammed someone's french book onto my foot and asked me to pick it up. i said, "i can't. i'm mormon."
in case you don't know, all the mormons wear bright pink shirts with white print that say, "i can't. i'm mormon" on them. apparently they are better because they don't partake in the "evil" things in life. evil little niceties like cigarettes. weed. alcohol.
fuck. i'm craving a cigarette like a mother right now. and ashley's not home. i wanted to smoke out with her tonight.
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