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03.28.05 - 10:30 pm F-to-the-U-C-K...E-D. That's what I am. It's 10.08 and I have my entire IA done...excpet the summary of evidence and the anaylsis. Oh and the conclusion. Fuck me now. I'm done. I know that I have to do this tonight because I will have about three minutes tomorrow between class and the time that I have to be at Lakeridge, and NO MINUTES between the game and the concert. I just don't know what to do....I'd bullshit it all and fix it later but I've come to this point where it IS later and now I'm screwed. Ahh. Well maybe I'll just write my day's entry and get the internet completely over with for this evening. Today INTERMISSION, DROSS IS CALLING! was stupid. In every single class I had something weighing on my mind, something important that I had to do next, and when I got to the next thing I just started worrying about what comes after. All day long. Stupid stupid stupid. I went to OES for the first time, which was kind of cool I suppose. It's really nice there. As in, LOOKS LIKE A COLLEGE nice. Damn my brother and his private school. I saw my cousin on the way in dressed as a gangster. Addi + gangstered out = funniest thing ever. He's a cool kid though. Oh, I'd like to give a quick shoutout to OES LAX....yeah. My shoulder is going insane. It's been hurting for a few weeks now. It used to be an off-and-on type of pain, but now it just aches all the time. I actually took pain pills today because I couldn't focus, but of course they're not working. I feel like something's being pinched underneath my shoulder blade. Arm injuries = suck (for lacrosse). Speaking of lacrosse, fuck, I still have to make my shirt for tomorrow. Ahh, damn. To make this entry even MORE random, I'll throw this in DA MIX: the little things that guys do are so cute. I'm such a sucker for the most miniscule show of affection, romantic or not. Small things = awesome. This is pointless. Don't read this. If you've skipped all the way to the bottom, I'm proud of you. If you read this, well, whatever, that sucks. Okay, history time. One last thing: FUCK YOU, IA!
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