part one and two:
it's friday. finally.
i'm at school. i need to get out. it's 339 pm.
what a shitty entry this will be. i finished my self-portrait in art today. it sucks. bye then.
-a
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ok, it's around 7 now. sorry for that weak entry earlier. nobody is on aim..or home..im just a loser sitting at home. but, gonna see muckruckers tomorrow..oh, sorry to any boys out there named mike who happened to call me today. i was being a dolt. im a bad conversationalist. i got fungus amongus today. fun times usa. im so tired. i'm going to write letters and and paint tonight and then crash early..i assume you don't care.
i have nothing to say here. friday was a disappointment. and im the worst person to talk on the phone with. i just hum and smash into things. i've never had the desire to sit down everyday and write a letter as much as i have lately. nevermind. there goes the diary.
bye.
