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2001-05-21

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I don't care.
10:20 a.m.


It's 10:21 AM and I'm at school. And I don't care.

I have one and a half weeks of school left. One and a half more weeks of high school hell to face. One and a half more weeks to be around these pathetic, superficial high school morons. And one and a half more weeks until I get to redeem my sanity.

And that's 2 more weeks until I walk off that stage during graduation, and in 2 weeks I can finally say that I'm done with high school. OVER.

I hate school, high school,the retarded classes I ignorantly signed up for, all these people I'm supposed to pretend like their my friends, and I HATE the soggy, flavor-less cafeteria food that makes you fart all day.

Just one and a half more weeks left and I don't think I have to care anymore. I don't.


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I'm G-R-A-C-E. I live in the burning pits of Suburbia Hell, Houston, TX. My social life's an utter bore, my love life ceases to exist, my bank account keeps shrinking, my waistline is constantly expanding.....

EVERYDAY IS A BAD HAIR DAY.

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