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Thursday, January 31, 2008 !@#$% 8:59 PM

This sucks. Blogspot is fucking with me right now. Where the heck has my Dave Grohl pic gone?

Whatever. Anyways, I broke my leg yesterday. Nahh, just kidding. I just tore a ligament or something so I'm not that injured. But injured non the less. Anyways, thanks Brian and Dan for being oh so concerned. I owe you guys alot. But despite being injured, I'm still angry. I'm still worked up about the Environmental Club list. I have no idea what the heck is going on and I really am going to be quite agressive for the next few days. I need that list by Satuday or I'm friggin fried.

Bahh, having my legs crammed means I can't go for the tahalil on Saturday. I desperately wanna go but I have to move around with crutches so going will not be much of a choice. Gahh, I'm so tired right now. I think there's morphine in my meds somewhere. I feel so freaking dissabled. Huda, get a hold of yourself.

Hopefully, this'll be the last paragraph of updating. Seriously, I'm in no mood to do anything. I'm thinking of changing my skin again. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with this one. I like this one, it's sexilly hott and I dun wanna get rid of it. But still, it's been fucking around with me one too many times. I feel like I'm talking about a person.

I've got something to reveal but it's a secret. I like this boy but he's been so fucked up, I think my parents won't like him. Hah, I'm talking crapp. But really, there is a boy. =))

I'm such a fucking tease.
hollaatyapeople.




Until the day I fucking die


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