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FridayFor the so-called Friday the Thirteenth 'luckless a.k.a. unlucky' day, it wasn't so bad after all -- it's just tying up some loose ends before school starts. I met Angela at school today to pick up my books, while checking the class listings, I saw a lot of familiar faces -- just ICAns milling about, enrolling themselves, as well as some
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JULI I AM GONNA DIE THIS YEAR. I can feel it in my bones.
P.S. Teacher Deana remembers me. Yay! Not sure if she knows my name but she knows my face. I saw her during my play. Hehehe.
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YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DIE THIS YEAR. This year is going to be great!!! This is the year that's supposed to be fun!!! <-- I'm trying to convince myself of this since that's what everyone's apparently saying to me (at least, those who have been to second year).
Let's just psych ourselves up before we both fall down as nervous wrecks for fear of dying when in turn, our glass was actually half-full all along!!!
UGH. I don't wanna go back to school... yet.
-- Sending hugs from kilobytes and megabytes away --
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