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In the drama room with Mag:
I didn't understand something that was said.
Maggie calls me retarded (or something like it).
I pick up her phone.
Me: I'm a retard with your phone.
Mag takes it from my hand.
Me:Damn.
I slide a black notebook off of stage.
Mag: That's not mine.
It was perfectly comedial.
My mom had a meeting with one of my bro's teachers and I saw her, told her I was hungry and she gave me a five. I just went and bought cigarettes with the money. My reasoning is that when I had the $5 I couldn't go out and get food which was what the money was for. When I got home though! There's food here, or so there should be, so thus nullifying the original purpose of the money. Then I figure it's open to debate amongst myself, and the rest is history!!
_CHAPTER 2 1917CST_ I can't find my damn black stretchy shirt for show choir. What kind of bull crap is that?! I'll admit while I was in the possession of it the last time I was drunk/tipsy I still wouldn't lose it. Also today I had a meaningful conversation with G-law and Mag about LiveJournal. Oh and Erika was there too! It's sad her intestinal wall ripped and her intestines are, like the universe, spreading out, and moving to disorder. Her hair is cute! I can't wait to see Meg's hair. If you don't know him he's the Commercial Photography teacher. He looked at some of the stuff I've been doing and he was amazed with it all, and asked me about my colleges and told me that I should make a portfolio and look for some other colleges and get it done right quick. I feel so privelaged to have a teacher like him. He even liked my darkroom stuff I've done. I'm just so happy that he actually likes it. After he talked to me I felt like I was floating on air. It made me have a buzz for the longest time. I wish that I could just have some college that fits me perfectly get in touch with me. Oh deity proxies did I feel so good after that though. I'll scan some of my work sometime and put it on here just so you crumb-bums can see it.