ew. my parents are at a madonna concert. seriously thats gross. some slutty 50 year old woman. i hate school. so in p.e. we ran the mile for the test thing, and i ran with emily for the good of it. ahaha, we were so slow but it was fun.
computer's equally sucked. it turns out i would do best in a career of arts. but it'd be pretty damn awesome if i could be a film director. but my mom is like "what arts?!" gawd. fuck my mom's career thinking for me. i can do that myself. yay. free dress day. morp. SHIT,
quarter grade reports. mailbox. first. backfired.lecture.
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