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Always Second Best
Mr. Kite


Age: 23
Sex: F
Location: asylum for a dorm room
State: Ohio

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Sicky-poo Saturday, September 02, 2006

I curse the person who got me sick, even though it is partly my fault that i had left the windows open. It gets quiet chilly at night. Well, school started. Yay. Not too bad. I haven't gotten dumped with too much homework yet, but i haven't really got the time to do it all. I'm so lazy. I thought i was supposed to get this way next year. Senoritious early. Haha. Sniff. Yay! I finally got the cranberry song that i always wanted. Itunes needs a better selection. They never have what i want. :( Sniff. I don't know what to do. I should stop getting my hopes up with Bryan, with any guy it seems. It's like no one likes me, or atleast anyone that i'll like back. and i'm so confused with this whole jared thing. i feel bad about it, but it jared was in bryan's body, would i like him? it's sad to think like that. we're flirting a lot this year and every one is bothering us. and i don't know. i don't know what i want. I hope that i get to see cassie this weekend. i owe her coffee. he he. if i can't see her this weekend. we'll have to see each other in like two weeks! that's like forever. so i'll have to figure out when i'm going to meet grace and liz tomorrow. if we meet tomorrow. blah. i don't know what i was thinking when i chose liz as my lab partner. she's gunna get me soo pissed off this year. i know it. i should've choosen gracie or something. why don't i think.  i don't know. i don't know. i don't know. blah blah blah. i'm tired. night night.



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