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Wednesday, March 28
11:55 PM
; turn me on



nd i could list a million things
i love t like about you but they
could all come down t one reason

-
i could never live without you

.
overslept today. it was my
8th time late. damnit. >:/

band was alright.
felt really weird though.
played games nd fooled around.
emilia lent me her drumsticks.
practiced w th sec ones. hahahaha.
mable nd i decided t escape t th
canteen nd have our 'self-proclaimed' break.
AHA, nd yes we met our cca president.
well we were actually happy eating alr.
how embarrassing nd awkward. >:x

we gossiped nd bitched about
porcine nd asinine people.
nd i told her about my long-ago
dream when my pig turned into
an indian. ROFL [?!] yes tell me about it.

went t meet emilia after.
headed t whitesands t return
my library books. had dinner
at cavanas. haha she's a bully la.
embarrassing me all th way. -laughs!
she almost broke my finger too. -.-"

today is th twenty-eighth..
tomorrow's forth day of th week.
i'm pretty tired already. hmmmm.
th week is coming t another close.
how time flies, it scares me. >:/

yay, i got company tomorrow.
goodnights t all.
i hope you miss me. (: