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Thursday, August 21, 2008♥

August Twenty First, Two Thousand Eight
Nine: Sixteen a.m.

I'm So Dead...

[ [ [ it's the English teacher again... ] ] ]

Yeah, so I'm sort of mad at Sam.

So, Monday she gave us this essay;;

Carmen recieved two pages,

Wilson recieved three,

Danny and I recieved four.

Okie, the topic was all about 'The Last Week of Summer'

What I learned.

How I changed.

What do I know now.

And after like nine paragraphs I ran out of things to say.

I talked a bunch about my tutor, piano lessons, and random things that I thought I would get better at.

Then, I was worried that maybe I wouldn't be able to finish all four pages,

So I told her I might not be able to finish...

...and she said, "In school, that's what you have to do."

Then, yesterday she made the essay a page longer...

...for everyone.

So I printed my essay out, and it's six pages. I'm so dead.

If it's over I might get penalized d:

Why do I always rant, oh right...

...I have a crappy life ;.;

If I left anything out, feel free to e-mail at;;

iPiiikachu@rocketmail.com

-and the moral of this? tis love that makes the world round...

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a b o u t m e.

m o n i c a.
A girl with many personalities, faces, thoughts, and dreams.
I wish I could tell you more, about this girl that lives on a cloud,
Smiling, and giggling, laughing out loud.
Just allow her to take your words and heart in a stir.
For, you'll enjoy those conversations between you and her...