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2003-12-08 - 10:05 p.m. um. i hit my head on the brick wall, really hard (not intentionally! i slipped on the slide-y linoleum) and i just can't think right now. i guess. i should go do something else. i am trying to write a paper. i. i. i. i. i. cannot write anything that makes any fucking sense. my thoughts are slow, i had to sit and think about laura's diaryland page. god i hope i don't have a concussion! i've had so many things to tell you, dear diary. i am changing a lot, super fast. my breasts are more flattened and my hands are stronger. i am becoming more needy and yet more independent. i'm so busy. i have to get this paper done, then i'll be pretty much finished with skkkool (besides finals, of course). but. i. can't. school shop talk is so boring, isn't it? so are most of the conversations i overhear. i giggled a lot. everyone i know is so sick or in so much trouble. uh. i'm not hungry, but i should probably eat. and maybe sleep. dear readers, i miss some of you. dear readers, the wrong people are thinking the wrong things. dear readers, i am sick of internet slander and i don't want to start any. dear readers, i had stir-fried tempeh and it tasted good, it reminded me of someone i love. dear readers, i can't be socially acceptable to save my effin' life. dear readers, time for pizza.
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