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Friday, November 19, 2004 / 9:30 PM
(I wrote this on my ppc at around 4:30)--------------
Now I can't get the internet to work at all. I hope my mom quits that stupid "fast Internet" crap. It's probably not working just because Marshall will miraculously be on tonight and so I won't be able to talk to him. Everything is against us, I swear it.
Something a bit better to talk about... Seneca told me Billy is coming back for Thanksgiving. So Marshall and I can go visit him again. Then he (Seneca) started pulling my hair and made his thumb bleed just to make me sick. I'm still nauseous. I don't do well with that...
I am incredibly sad.
I will go cry and feel sick in the depths of my covers now.
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hey, it works now. I don't know how that happened because I just fell asleep for four hours. I'm so tired.
I bombed a calculus test. I hate proofs. and I've been way too tired to study anything. last quarter I got a B minus, and I don't know if I can make that much better because homework is gonna be worth less and less, last quarter it will be worth nothing, and I'm no good at quizzes and tests if they have proofs. they usually do.
I'm tired.
and it's really cold.
does it ever end...
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