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Oh, Poopie, I can't feel my brain!
2005-01-02 at 5:42 p.m.

I woke up at 11 o'clock this afternoon. A rude awaking by my own mother. I rolled over to the darkest corner of my bed and stared at the wall. I debated with myself to get up and put my clothes on or stay in my PJ's for the day. After fiften minutes of thinking I got up and put my clothes on.

I shifted to my desk and turned on the computer. Gran called as soon as my MSN signed in. She asked if we wanted to come over and eat left overs from yesterday. We did.

I came back home and signed on MSN again and after almost an hour of waiting for Heather to sign on she finally did. I asked her if she wanted to come over and sleepover. I waited and waited and waited some more. Her mom said she couldent because her mom wants her home. Great. Crap. So I go and lay on the couch and sob quietly for awhile.

I'm takling to Cindy now. She says she knows Bam Margera's and Johnny Knoxville's phone number. And strangely I have the feeling I should believe her. Hmm. Weird.

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