spent a sixth of this day in Starbucks, debating questuions of sample test in the back of the study guide. haven't even done all 80. tomorrow i'll have 50 minutes in which to do them. then i have a big essay. then i have two little ones. all in the space of three or four hours.

i'm exhausted.

Jimmy called telling me to give him my address. i've been a cunt, walking past him at school without acknowlegment. Fatima and SB were all, "you blew him off?" and i was all, "no!" but really. i'm a shit person. shit skin. shit hair. Kristal said she'd do hair for me but it's sort of short notice to ask her tomorrow after school. er...

i need to stop putting things off and fucking them up. like the APUSH exam tomorrow, for example.

Lewis and Clark expedition. when?

Adlai Stevenson: "don't wait for the translation!"

my bag smells of coffee. i had nothing but a grande java chip frappacino (yuck) and a slice of lemon pound cake for 6 hours.

wrote Hales lyrics all over rubber. can't use it. must use little rubber fragments.

Mexican war?

it is 11:16. he has replied like lightening. i like it when they reply. must. be. nice.

sleep.

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