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I have to do just a little more Secret Santa shopping. I think I should have everything ready by the end of the week, then I can mail the package on Saturday or so. Whee.
( Cumbersome birthday discussion. )
The other day, I was here in the library and I overheard some sophomores talking. It's time for them to do their first research paper using note cards and all that, so they're naturally very baffled. Thing is, I heard this one girl say, "Fiction is real stuff, right?", which made me want to smack her... dear LORD, you're a SOPHOMORE in HIGH SCHOOL and you think fiction is REAL?! Lordy.
I'm getting more and more worried about Drew and Brandi. I just want him to like me. To give me a chance. Something. I just want to be with someone, and though I know it reeks of desperation, I just want to be with someone.
Also, 60% of high school boys are incurably immature. And disgusting. Ugh.
( Cumbersome birthday discussion. )
The other day, I was here in the library and I overheard some sophomores talking. It's time for them to do their first research paper using note cards and all that, so they're naturally very baffled. Thing is, I heard this one girl say, "Fiction is real stuff, right?", which made me want to smack her... dear LORD, you're a SOPHOMORE in HIGH SCHOOL and you think fiction is REAL?! Lordy.
I'm getting more and more worried about Drew and Brandi. I just want him to like me. To give me a chance. Something. I just want to be with someone, and though I know it reeks of desperation, I just want to be with someone.
Also, 60% of high school boys are incurably immature. And disgusting. Ugh.
