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[25 Oct 2004|07:29am] |
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I suck. Guess who passed the fuck out on her floor, again...
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[25 Oct 2004|05:28pm] |
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I forgot the exact date of Julia's birthday. I don't do that. I felt so bad. It's the third. I really thought it was either the second or the fifth, just because those are when everyone's are. Okay, well, Elena and Jonna (yeah I still remember people's birthdays from Pennington), and then Natasja on the fifth. Kristina Vitullo's the third, too. November has too many birthdays, my dad's is the twentieth, Dave's is the twenty-third, my uncle Steve's is the twenty-fourth, and Seb's is the twenty-eighth.
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[25 Oct 2004|05:35pm] |
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I'm such a mess. I just went to call my mom, on my house phone, and not once, not twice, but three times, I dialed Christine's number. The first time, it was busy, which is why I realized, because it's an automated thing at first and those can't be busy. Then I just kept dialing her. It was so weird.
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[25 Oct 2004|07:25pm] |
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I think my flute has a leak. It sounds all distorted when I hold high notes. That really upsets me.
-Minchillo pushed our essay to Friday. She also had to ask me who Nixon's vice president was. I love that she blanked for like a second and looked at me to tell her.
-We talked about incest in English. Ms. Vasile is a damn pervert.
-I don't like third free.
-Elena had cookies during lunch and she shared. Sam cut lunch, not cool buddy. Kathleen went up to Elena in AP and was like "Oh my god we're gunna party with you guys WOOO!" Lauren and I are pioneers, I suppose? Christine's going to be the sluttiest Minnie Mouse ever to rock that red polka-dotted dress.
-In math we just worked on some stupid sheet. We have a quiz Wednesday that the seniors took last week, and a quarterly Tuesday.
-We attempted to spell words that she dictated in French. Lame, a lot.
-Katie and I did the New York Times giant print crossword puzzle in Journalism. We have a quiz Wednesday on writing leads? Umm.. right.
-Kate Rigby made me hit my knee on the handle of the stupid bike thing in Fitness. She told me I was too far away, so I moved it up and slammed my knee into the stupid thing. Ouch.
-Lauren and I spazzed out waving to each other in Physics, even though she sits right in front of me. It was quite amusing to me how excited we both were. Bridget and I didn't do our homework, Kiron was appalled. More so at Bridget than me, because she expects it out of me. But I shared my gushers with them so yay.
Homework:
-Essay. Kick me, hard, tomorrow if I don't have it.
-French translation. I just don't care enough to do it.
-Physics labs.
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[25 Oct 2004|08:00pm] |
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I totally haven't had an advisor meeting since the 9th grade. I miss the first Ms. Saracco.
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