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design | host screw this. so today is more gloomy gray skies. nothing much to report. My mouth hurts. and there's the added indignity of my new rubber bands. i tell you what, you only have to be snapped four times in the mouth for the point to sink in, but those rubber bands, well, they just like to abuse me. i can't just put them in... they have to sass me too. Algebra is scary. i got a B on my test--- which i don't understand. i am going to fail this class. it's insane. anatomy is strange. i keep forgetting to do random assignments. i'm falling apart. i have no idea if i passed the history test i took today either. the only decent thing to report about today is: i have a date to homecoming. guess who it is. i dare you, just guess. It's Akuma. he's sweet. he's been asking me how i am and trying to cheer me up despite my reluctance to talk about whatever it is bothering me at the time. Just between you and me, diaryland, he is as gay as the day is long, but that doesn't mean we won't have fun. so yeah. i've got a date to homecoming- stick that in your pipe and smoke it. or whatever it is you do with whatever it was i gave you to smoke in your pipe. i either need to eat more or sleep more... both maybe. screw this. |