my height. this entry.
The weekend was cool. I went home, caught up with family, watched a high school's Annie (my brother was playing in the pit--and getting paid!), hung out with my three great friends Candice, Michelle, and Sarah, and thought about how tough it was going to be to tame my garden this summer. It exploded.
I should find a job. But it's scary, and I don't' want to do the jobs that most teenagers do. Shut up.
Sorry, I'm not feeling my best right now. I promised myself I would be better from now on. I even said so out loud this morning. I hate being inconsistent.
mmph.
(PS: Thanks for those who suggested music to me; much appreciated! My request still stands for the rest of you...)
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Speaking of music, you and I still need to listen to Spamalot together.
-You Know Who
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