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I'm happy to say that this journal is dead. I will no longer be writing in it. If you happen to be so desperate, don't go looking in other people's journals for the name, just IM me (laboratoryChucks) and you might be lucky enough to be blessed with the name of my new journal. I'm sick of this journal, and a new one is long past due. I'm going to ( Read more... )

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What was going on here? It seemed like there were so many cases of students getting in trouble with the system that nobody was even able to keep track of who was who and who was in trouble anymore. The school was crumbling into a mess of rebels that had submerged from innocent schoolgirls over the summer that had just recently ended. What had ( Read more... )

Here is my good news of the day:

I'm failing art.

The raging party-of-the-school-year scene. It's the epitome of every high school after-prom party that you would see in a movie. What's supposed to be a small gathering of friends after prom turns into the raging party of the year. People the host doesn't even know end up showing up at his door with cases of beer and bottles of liquor; bags of pot ( Read more... )

Me on piercings: "I get pierced when an important period of my life ends."
Michele on piercings: "I get pierced when I can afford it."
Liz on piercings: "I get pierced when I hate someone."

I was never able to put my finger on why Morgan's presence made me so uncomfortable. Whenever she was around, I felt like the next pill she put up her nose would send her head flopping down on the table, and send my fingers flying for the 9-1-1 buttons on the phone. It was her face. It was the way her eyes screamed "I can't stop." It was the way ( Read more... )

Oh, and by the way, my hair turned white.


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