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[26 Oct 2003|12:45am] |
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this is gonna be long. im just ranting. my apologies.
so today was lame. i was supposed to go up to the eastern state penitentiary, but that didn't quite happen. it was supposed to be a bunch of people, but it ended up just being me matt missy and alissa, 3 ohio boys and some other chick. we did not get along. sidenote: they could not drive in the city and they drove all the way to wilmington from ohio with no license, and somehow that ended up being our fault. we drove around philly trying to find the damn place, and i saw some guy pee on a bush. then we found the place and the line was too long so we said 'fuck it' and went to south street, where we paid $10 for parking and bought a coffee and left. i sorta feel bad for leaving alissa and the ohio people up there, cause they didn't know how to get home... but oh well, they can figure it out.
i saw ash today. haven't seen her in a while. i always feel like such a fucktard around her, cause she's so perfect, and everyone but her seems to notice. brooke was there too. damn. she has changed so much. total 180. damn. i remember when we were all younger and i would spend the night over their house and erin, brooke, ash, and i would all sleep in the double bed and talk all night. i thought they were the coolest people alive. then we all grew up.
my tounge hurts. damn hot coffee. damn $1.02 for coffee.
i was up at the mall of all places last night. its been 6 months since i was there last. wow. saw so many people... a few of which i really didn't want to see. the juggalos ended up following us around cause jesus was hanging around us. we tried to loose him... but we weren't very successful. he's honestly a very smart person, but damn. i blame the drugs and the music. roy is living under a bridge now. he works at dennys but since he spends all of his money on weed, he lives under a bridge. oh, but he has a mattress and blankets so its alright. damnit. i wonder why his mom won't let him come home... blah. i hate drugs.
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[26 Oct 2003|02:18pm] |
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everyone is over here. i'd like to smack whoever had the idea to have dinner here today. i want to get out, but my car is blocked in. someone come get me, please?
got sat scores back. i'm highly upset. i thought i did much better than i did. hmmm. i can take then 2 more times. next saturday. i'd like to study a bit, or work on my research paper or do some of my homeowrk, but there are too many people here, too much distraction.
someone come get me!
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