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| 12:22pm 14/04/2003 |
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Alright, from the top. I have ten minutes left of lunch to complete this entry, starting from how it's raining today. ^-^ I LOVE RAIN! But now... Now it just reminds me of Chas, the way he held me walking back to Eli's house. It's enough to make me sick. Not to mention I've had cramps all day. I'm not sure if it's from my period, or from the yogurt. You see, last night, I went to get a snack and just happened to accidentally leave the refrigerator door open. Everything had melted or whatever in the morning. XD To get me back, Mom gave me an old yogurt, but I was hungry, so I ate it. And now I think I'm sick. Expecially when I'm thinking about my next classes, all the shitty ones. Chas is right at the table next to me, crap...
Okay, I've ruled out the possiblitiy he's coming over to say hi, so I think I'm safe. Anyway, onto what happened last night. Well, I went for a walk, and I was just coming home, when Sarah called.
"Hey Chloe, Lee asked me to call you. It's 5:45, and rehearsal started at 5:30."
How the fuck was I supposed to know I had rehearsal? I hate Lee for confusing me. He told me I didn't have rehearsal that week. Apparently, Sunday counts as a NEW week, the old living-in-the-fifties bastard.
The next day, today, I went into bio and had to listen to Laura Polacco talk all period about shit, farts, and how her college roomates would drink a bunch of milk and light their farts on fire.
The next period, Jim, our headmaster, who takes things WAY too serious, says to us...
"Some of us think that the media is turning us into... I'm going to write a dirty word on the board, maybe it'll get you to pay attention."
Guess what he wrote on the board.
No, it wasn't 'bitches'.
No, it wasn't 'fuckers'.
It was...
"Objects"
WTF!? Jim, this isn't a fucking movie. It's SCHOOL. Write a dirty word if you say you're going to write a dirty word! |
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