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| Home is not what its cracked up to be at all.
I want to go back to school.
Yep. I'm tired of ruining Christmas.
That is all.
p.s. - I hate crying.
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| I guess I forgot about Xanga.
I'm in Michigan now..working a lot.
Some people just got home on break. But I had to miss them today, I babysat this evening.
I guess I just need the money.
I'm not in the mood to write.
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| Xangas are silly.
And yet I'm stil writing in it.
I hate finals week. Let it be known. Everyone is freaking
out about these tests...and they only have like...maximum, 3.
Ample time to study, my friends. Or else my classes are
ridiculous. But I've said that before.
rats.
Is class over yet? No? Damn.
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| Which famous movie kiss am I?
I am the Sixteen Candles kiss!
Fabulous!
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| There is one advantage of going to a small school - eventually you'll meet everyone you want.
I found the small town alternative to Denny's last night, it was pretty
much spectacular. This was after watching a very cute rendition
of "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" and dancing like a complete idiot
at the Sphinx party. Good times for a Saturday, I have to
admit.
After a glance at the calendar, I guess its only 10 days until
home. Which is less than two weeks. Which is a
little...weird. Know what's fabulous? I enter the whirlwind
of Elder-Beerman christmastime full force in two weeks.
I haven't done a single productive thing all day and that's fantastic.
Scratch that. I did shower and make my bed. That has to count for something...
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