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[20 Oct 2004|12:16am]
[ mood | pissed off ]
[ music | postfuckinggame. ]

Fuck fucking Boston.

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[20 Oct 2004|01:34am]
So here I sit, at 1:26 AM, having done not a lick of homework, and not sleeping, and not working, and not watching TV.
I had a lot to do, too.
Late assignments
-Physics lab from the second week of school
-English essay
-Journalism debate report thing.

Tonight's
-Bullshit assignment for Religion: "Write an ad for the perfect man and the perfect woman as dictated by society today."
-Like 20 French questions
-Interview 10 people of voting age for American by Thursday. I've done none. Write a paper about it due sometime after Ring Day. Tuesday, I think?
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[20 Oct 2004|07:18pm]
[ mood | cold ]
[ music | kids' jeopardy! ]

Junior class song for Ring Day: Spice Up Your Life. Third floor new was totally Spice Girled out during long homeroom, and Meaghan Shalvey is my new hero.
The seniors were playing the Ring Day mix/full songs today in the cafeteria. They're not supposed to do that until tomorrow. Whatever though, it made me happy, and really fucking excited. We were trying to decide what songs we're going to have, even though it's a year away, and the fact that it's junior-year Ring Day just hit. Elena's journal said it happened to her too. Guys. We're old.
Anyway. I want to punch more than half the girls in my Religion class. Krista Cippolone is a condescending bitch and her fucking friends all piss me off. They're so fucking judgemental and think that they're better than everyone. The looks they were shooting at Sara and Katie made me almost go postal on their fucking asses.
I still sweat Physics a fucking lot. It's sort of sick. Dalby asked me for the lab, and said if I don't get it to him tomorrow, he's sending a progress report and calling my mom. There's motivation for you.
Oh man, Jill has a picture of me with my flute in her phone.
Scarella told me she knows I'm going to be a good co-co-co-president (quarter-president?), because she knows I'll work and everything. It made me happy. Christine Higgins still has my script, because I told her I didn't really need it until like next week. I miss it now. I guess I'll ask her tomorrow or something. I can deal without it though.
My daddy picked me up after band around 5, and we went to Friendly's for dinner. I explained like every detail about Ring Day to him lol, including all the drama between the juniors and seniors.

Plans for tomorrow, at the last check with the chairman (Christine):
School, home. I'm going with Vinny to get alcohol up the lexus, then we're getting Elena and meeting everyone at either the Surf Club or some school/park thing near it where Laurin and them are getting drunk beforehand. Then we're going to the dance. After, Christine, Maura, Rose, and Elena are coming to my house and sleeping over. We have to be at school by 7:30 on Ring Day so we're not exactly going to get much sleep. Oh, and Simone's having people over at her house after, too, so there's going to be an overabundance of TUS girls within about 300 feet. Interesting.

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[20 Oct 2004|10:14pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]
[ music | fucking game ]

It's only the fourth fucking inning. This is atrocious.

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Why the fuck is PEDRO pitching?? [20 Oct 2004|11:01pm]
[ mood | nervous ]
[ music | game ]

My aunt Maureen amuses me.

I do think it is good that the schools are getting kids involved with the
democratic process. I know I was not very involved when I was your age, more
interested in what new hot rock band was around or who was doing what with
whom. Now, I am a political junkie! It is funny how my sibs are divided.
Ellen, Gerard and Steve are pro bush, as is my father. Him I can understand
as his mental capacity had diminished since his health problems, but the
others - no excuse.


That was in response to my history project. Lmao.

MATFUCKINGSUI JUST GOT A DOUBLE OFF OF PEDRO... I AM GOING TO MARRY HIM.

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[20 Oct 2004|11:17pm]
[ mood | miserable ]
[ music | game ]

The Yankees want us to commit mass suicide.

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