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| 05:16pm 08/04/2003 |
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The date on my journal reads "January 1st, 2040".
I think I'm going to strangle my computer. It's getting too old.
Anyway, while I got a 43% on my last math test, I doing better in my other subjects.
Not that I really care.
Okay, look, I just want to get into Berkeley. Don't hate me.
I just really hate Oakwood. It seems like who used to be your friend talks about you behind your back.
Everyone's acting differently toward me; people who hated me like me now, and people who liked me hate me now. And I don't get it, because I didn't change anything but my hair when I redyed it red and pink.
It's always been red and pink...
I know it's my fault, but I can't figure out what I did.
Chas is completely avoiding me like Sars.
And everyone is so paranoid about this fucking disease I have a feeling I'm going to start seeing medical masks at school soon.
And the war rages on, outside my stupid little box. |
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| 08:55pm 08/04/2003 |
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Tenshi likes all of the following:
-peanut butter
-tortilla
-baby carrots
-honey
-apple
-chex mix
-plastic bag
Okay, the last one wasn't intentional...
His cage, on account of all the junk in my room, can't fit anywhere but on the floor beside my desk. Unfortunately, when I buy something, whether it's a shirt from Goodwill or a burrito from El Pollo Loco, the plastic bag gets dropped at my side by the desk (and Tenshi's cage) as soon as I get home. The other day when I was entering my room, I saw that Tensh had pulled more than half of an empty plastic bag into his cage, and he wouldn't give it up without a fight... -.- The baka. |
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