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Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Bad Day.

Woke up late this morning, rushed around the house&had to help my brother fold his blanket&stuff cos he forgot to&if I didn't do it then Dad would have to, which I didn't want. Got out of the house, switched on the iPod&stuffed earpieces into my ears. iPod kept playing sad songs. Sad song after sad song.
Bad Omen.

I'm so retarded, can't believe I believe in stuff like that. It's not like it's Karma (which I totally believe), it's like stupid signs from an iPod. Shit, I judge how good my day will be by the songs that my iPod plays, which is totally random. This proves that I have lost whatever few marbles that were left in my head.


Anyway, to my class, I'm realllllly sorry that she kept everyone back cos I got caught for my skirt. I feel really bad about it.

Now I have to meet her at 7.20 in the mornings. FOS. She sees me during morning assembly anyway what, what's her problem man.


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8:32 PM