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Saturday, January 20, 2007



woah school life is crazy. i'm really enjoying having to move around from venue to venue for our lessons, going to class bench to see if u have letters from ur angel/mortal and slacking at fishtank listening to idiots playing on the piano. wah! and i really enjoy paying all the funds hurhur. 10 bucks for this fund and then another 10 bucks the next day for another fund and i still need to feed my angel and mortals with chocolate. and then there's the alternate days of running 9 km, which leaving me feeling like i just played zombie mortal more than anything else. it always leaves me feeling so shag i'm usually in bed by the time i finish my dinner. and i have no more time for my private, sacred activity, just too tired- FUCK! oops. pun not intended there.

well anyway, i'll be an idiot today by predicting an arsenal win over man u tmr. so i'll see all those crying man u fans on monday in school :D


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