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He likes to shoot his gun...
written @ 5:11 p.m. on September 10, 2003

Woke up. Period is 3 days late. Welcome to my world. My best friend is out of town... comes back friday. Nena, I miss you so much. I can't wait until she gets home. We're gunna get stoned and drive around and smoke ciggs. Yay. Friends are all pissed at each other. Be happy, goddammit. Went to the college today. I'm getting a student loan. Yay for money. I need college. It'll be good. Alothough I won't really do much with it. I'm gunna be a peircer anyway. I start work at the end of the month. Cool. I keep having dreams about Ross. Very good dreams. Well... bad if you are a lonely, love craving, and missing-an-ex kinda girl like I am. Anyway. god. I can't think. I am at Brent's house. Using his computer. His keyboard sucks. Becky is pissing me off... well, from what hear-say says. I suppose it could just be hear-say. Neona and Kaity are not who people think they are. I think people can't be fairly analyzed unless they are fully understood. I mean for nobody to hate each other... but the scooby gang is shit now. Who the fuck knows what's going to happen. I need a beer.

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