August 27th, 2004


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People keep complaining about things the rain has done. Kept them inside, ruined the blackbery harvest for the year (We may have to BUY our jam this year, HORROR OF HORRORS!), blahdeeblahdeeblah. Well, they suck.

Go away. Losers.


*hugs the rain, even though this is technically physically impossible* MINE! *pout*

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Wilson is GIGANTUAN! There're like, five floors. And. It's. Huge?

I know where all my classes are and stuff, though. And I've already memorized my locker combo.

The whole thing was kind of overwhelming, though.

And. I don't have drama. ;_; Hopefully I'll make some play, though. Preferrably the spring play, because those are always more popular...

Hello, I'm Tracy Bery. ... Well. Not really.

Dude. It's cool how. Like. Even though I feel. Like. Really warm, and. Like. Drunk? Or something? I dunno? I can still. Like. Do stuff.

Like make icons?

Dude. Have a party. Eat jello. Make out. What-ev.

Credit? Comment? Eat jello?

Give Matt a back massage?

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Dad says he thinks I have a cold.

Yeah, in the middle of the summer.

So I guess it's like... a... lukewarm?

Crap. I'm gonna die. Right when things were getting good!