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Friday, March 7, 2008


Dear Bloggie,

I could kill Jess. Ok not kill, but hitting her on the head repeatedly might do the trick. I'm in the middle of a test in science when she txts me. Now my phone is crappy and dosnt silence txts. And it tells you that you have one by beeping very loudly and high pitched. Well about 2 minutes later it gets mad at me for ignoring it and goes off again. Would you like to see the message that was sooo important it couldn't wait?
"What class is Tee in?"
-_-'.

I'm such a loser. Today on my way to history I kinda lost consciousness (I do that sometimes) and when I came back to I was 2 feet away from the really cute boy in my class! Not only that but I was still walking! So I veered to the right only to run into a pole! AH! AND (even better) I was wearing really baggy clothes today. So even though he was paying attention to me it dosn't matter because I looked fat! Why did I choose today to be baggy clothes day? You should have seen the look he gave me. (see title) *slaps head* Stupid, stupid, stupid.
*Sigh* I don't know if you can even call what I have a "crush". I've never met the guy. I seem to have this problem where I get a "crush" and then I make up this personality for him. Create diff situations where we meet and so on in my head. But then when I actually do meet them they are nothing like what I imagined, and then I get so disappointed.
Is anyone else this weird?
With love♥,
Duzzie.
15:14
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