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23:39:07 - 110400 Now that the math crisis is over, I can relax. Actually, I'm pissed because I spent all that time working on that crap and the teacher extended the deadline to tomorrow. So I stayed up and killed myself for nothing. But I must remain positive! Oh, and that french homework? Not hard at all. Nor was the biology difficult. Everything is just so time consuming... Ach, so much lovely-ness: I've discovered that our normal school time is far too early. Seniors are allowed, this week, to come in a little over an hour late, and it's absolute heaven! I actually get to sleep in 'til 7:10! Imagine! A good night's sleep... haven't seen that in a while. So... Everything has been an utter waste lately. Discussion leads nowhere, and I'm debated into corners and fucked over by logic contrary to my own that is too powerful and convincing to ignore. What if I had skipped my senior year? God, my life would be so different... I wouldn't talk to about half of the people that I talk to...it would cut down on the number of my aquaintences, certainly! And forget Tom and Nick...two of my good friends basically out of the picture. I'm not even ready for college now, I would never have been then. Apparently dear Jim, my nearest approximation of 'the man', is depressed. If the man is depressed, what chance have we mere mortals to escape? I'm in the process of discovering Patti Smith, so you can probably expect some quotes in the titles, since I'm so damned predictable. Ah, but apparently I'm quirky. Dig that. The staff for indoor guard got all of the members tshirts with our show design on them, and they are really quite keen: it's good to be a part of something, finally. A tshirt commands respect, despite the fact that one day it will end up on one of those racks at the thrift store. But, hey, even then it'll make someone happy. Maybe there's a set someone wants to complete. I mean, I go around wearing a Pennridge High School jacket with my name on it, spelled wrong because it was for some other person who spells their name with only one 'l' instead of two, and the wrong class number on it. Yes, I'm Michele of the class of '92! But it was only $10 and hey, it's really cool to find a jacket from your school with a name that is nearly yours on it. And it fit, too. face it people, it's cosmic. lovefromthegirlwhobreaksmajorsocialtaboos
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