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Mother's Day. I didn't get my mother anything, but I think not pissing her off is a good present. Plus, I have to go do the dishes after this entry. We went to Sakura, a great Japanese retaurant where they fix the food right in front of you on a huge grill/skillet thing. I'm sure you've all heard of that kind of deal. The guy cooking our food ( Read more... )

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I wish I still went to my shrink. I just don't get counseled by anyone anymore. Unless we count Wojo, who tells me to shake off the storms and love the ducks. That should be all I need, really. It's nice to hear him talk to me. Sometimes all I want is someone to talk at me. Someone with passion, who feels that they are living life the right ( Read more... )

Being so insanely obsessed with a man named Wojo can be bad for your health. Or maybe, just your sanity. But, I went to see him today after school nonetheless, right after detention, and he talked to me about life. Well, let's make a list of Wojo knowledge I gained today ( Read more... )

Today was good. Stan named my clitoris "Mr. Peaches" and made fun of me, saying that I talk to my sexual parts too much. Jesus, they're very important to me, all right?? lol. Stan is the shit. He told my mom that she "has the coolest daughter ever, I think... wait... Yea, that's what I think ( Read more... )

The damned library doesn't let you search for pictures on google. This means I can't put up the glorius picture of Mr. Dylan I found. I'm on the pavement thinking about the government, nonetheless ( Read more... )

AP English test tomorrow. This starts a cascade of AP shit tests. Wish me luck. Please, everyone who reads this, wish me luck. I don't care who you are, lol, all luck is appreciated ( Read more... )