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[Sunday
02 April 2006
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aha I forgot I had this journal. so if you're reading this, you can go ahead and delete me off your friends list now, nothing really interesting or important goes in here. My hands look big right now. They always do, when I'm alone.. But at school my hands look so tiny! They look like baby hands, my gosh, they're so itty bitty. I hate that word, but that's.. that's how they look, none of those big fancy terms fit. Miniscule, diminutive.. they don't fit. ..But my hands look big now because the only thing there is to compare them to is my wrist, and my hand is huge compared to my wrist. In gym everyone's a guy and they have really big hands, and they can like, catch a ball with two fingers, but when I have to catch the ball I have to grab it with both hands, even hug it sometimes, because I'm just.. small. But I kinda like it. I used to wish I was taller, but I've grown to like being little. Ahah watch, now I'ma get a growth spurt and be 5'9''. Yeah right! But yeah, I like being shorter than uh.. people. I really do tend to ramble on about.. such trivial things. I'm.. gonna.. um.. bye
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[Friday
03 March 2006
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I got caught, god dammit. Fuck. I had to tell the stupidest lie in the world to weasel my way out of it, and I bet she didn't believe a word of it. God dammit.. Well, it's not like it changed anything, you know? Whatever. Actually, I believe I benefitted from this, you know how you learn from your mistakes.. But the thing is, I've made this mistake before. But like I said. No one's doing anything about it, so I'm okay.
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[Sunday
26 February 2006
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To tell the truth, I really don't like those "deep" talks where you tell secrets and shit. I mean sure, I guess it's good to find out things about your friends, but I guess some things just aren't.. necessary. And I really don't like it when things get sucked out of me. I'll open up when I want to. I dunno, I'm feeling like shit right now. Who cares. This too shall pass. I guess it's just impossible for me to have fun at my own house. I just.. can't, no matter what's going on or how fun it is, I can't have fun unless I'm elsewhere. Well, I doubt anyone read that. And whoever read that last sentence is probably groaning and going UGGGHHH SHUT UP ABOUT THAT AMANDALYNNNNNNEEE GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD (if anyone)
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