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Monday, January 12th, 2004
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4:46p - Indeed you were my first real heart ache
Monday Monday Monday. I started the lovely school day by falling asleep at 4 am and waking up at a fresh 5:30am. I was surely high today. I think I just had the best day of my life. I laughed so much today and i bounced everywhere. It was if i was some sort of magical pixie twirling around in an endless field of opium. lol. Obviously, the affects of no sleep have made me crazy, but thats ok. eh? I wore many colors today... my knee high socks were green, my sweater was burgandy, my mittins were pink, my skirt was tan, my scarf was orange, my coat was black, and my hair is blonde. Something about many colors upon me just makes me happy. I would die without color really. It is what inspires me into happiness. It is what drives me into pixie twirls. I do look like a carrot. I'm a carrot and mr. ward wants to rape my hair. The art teacher is getting on my nerves though. He is just driving me crazy. Must he always yell at me throughout the entire class period. I don't know why i have to explain my projects to him and he doesn't even undestand it when i explain it to him. He's such a silly man. Spanish.............. poooo on you.
By the way i think my music limits my vocabulary. I don't know if the endless girl fronted bands are bad or not... or maybe i'm just retarded and no one ever bother to explain it to me... but i really don't write or explain things as otheres do. How can one person be so odd? Hmmm.
I went to the mall with Kim after school and we went into the exotic panty store in Patrick Henry... i must admit, i rather like it. SO many lacy and frilly things and pinks and see throughs. lol. Garder belts... my new obsession. I shall indeed be a pin-up girl. lol.... with small breast and big hips. Poo. really though, i rather like the idea of being a pinup girl OR perhaps my brain has been warped and i secretly strive to be a prostitute. Hmm. Well... hm.... lets sleep on this. really though... i don't think sex constantly can be so wonderful. Yuck.
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5:10p - WOW! Look y at what i found! My roach story from last year!
“The Roach”
By Elizabeth Raines
“kirk”
This is a horrible screwed up story about those critters in my school that eat toes and other various objects unsuspectingly lying carelessly around, yes I mean roaches!!! Well, I went to the potty room during lunch and little did I know this potty break would leave me terrified and slightly not sane afterwards. I walked in the potty room without a care in the world… except for that weird sound the door made, kind of like the potty room was telling me to run while I was still somewhat safe. I made my way across the squared tiled blue floor with strange white spots that resembled sickly snowflakes and I innocently walked in the potty stall that was secretly marked as hell. I closed the door and noticed something not natural in the potty room environment. It was dim in the stall –another sign that was telling me that I was to be mentally traumatized in this potty stall of torture- and I couldn’t quite make out anything noticeable about this “unnatural” thing. I stumped my foot on the tiled floor causing the awful thing to move, not panicky moving but just simply moving and then stopping. I thought it was just this huge black fly that was mutated by none other than the super natural powers stored in the “food” that was served in the infested school. I stumped my foot again, but this time the cursed thing moved toward me and stopped about 10 tiny squared tiles away from the end of my skirt. The light shown down on the horrible little monster, making it easier to make out the fact that it wasn’t a giant mutated fly, but a roach. A nasty potty roach with nothing better to do than to bother me. It was sitting there, peering at me with its small squinty black bug eyes. Maybe it was waiting for the right moment to attack me with its little claw-like roachy hands of death. When I realized what was locked in the stall with me, I quickly backed up to the shut stall door in utter shock. I kept my terrified eyes on it, in case it made any sudden movements… I was ready… ready to bust down that door and scream bloody murder. I reached down to the lock and unsuccessfully tried to unlock to door that kept me in there to be doomed. I made a decision; I turned around and unlocked the stall door. I pulled it open, trembling, hoping that when my back was turned, it wasn’t going to attack me with its super roach powers, and walked ever so quickly out the warning potty room door. I can no longer go into a potty room without having that odd feeling that there’s a roach in the room that’s out for blood.
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