drinking my tea, because I can't stop coughing. The honey is on the counter and it's dim. My sister's sort of watching Phineas and Ferb in the living room, and I can see it all because I'm in the kitchen and the two rooms are sort of just one big one, separated by the line where tile and wood meet.
I can't hear it though, because I've got my headphones plugged into my computer and I'm listening to Lydia while texting Regine and it feels much, much later than ten. I'm not going to be able to sleep well.
what I'm listening to. From their first CD.
Anyways, I'm trying to write up a chapter but it just isn't happening. Blah.
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School is starting up again on Monday, goodbye two-week break. I don't want to go back, but I do. I need to get my sh*t together fast, because my school's "American Idol" is coming up and I don't know what the hell I'm going to do.
It's a good thing I read To Kill A Mockingbird in the sixth grade, or else I'd be dead right now. Mrs. Heath, I'm sorry that I did not do your homework over the break.
Too much honey, my tea tastes horrible. Well, I actually have never liked tea, but we don't have cough drops (hate those, too. Just not as much).
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I love Mibba, and these journals about it being awful now and leaving are getting really old.
Yeah, complaining about complaining. I know it won't go any good.
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