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20050712

i'm feeling really. i don't kno

today was fun, especially tennis.
i'll never ever quit tennis, even if i have to attend the thursday sessions.
which reminds of the stupid crappit teacher.
UHH, what the hell?
last week she allowed me and trish to change from thursdays to tuesdays.
and now she doesn't.
WTFFFFF!

i don't wanna go for thursday sessions, me and tricia won't have anything to do til FOUR! two frikkin hours.
i'm feeling kinda pissed off.
and upset.

i just need to hear from you* and everything will be alright. i just know it.
but, no.
or i need a distraction, nike and guess? come on.
i realllyyy need it.

call it phone therapy.
whatever.

and i don't know. that* is getting kinda weird. i'm kinda weirded out.
but i dont wanna hurt your feelings.

my phone my phone.
it's the cause of all evil.
I HATE YOU but I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, what's up with that? how could i have become so dependent of a stupid phone?

and there's a geog test tomorrow. i'm so screwed.

11:53 PM

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