November 5, 2005

“Shit, son!”

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I’ve been trying not to swear as much. It hasn’t been working out too well.

I’ve been living off of strawberry-kiwi juice boxes and whole-wheat rasin bread this week. No time to cook >< Study study study and I fail the fsking bio test anyway =|

I’m very cold and tired and wholly pissed off.

I have an urge to smash things to see how they break. Been growing more restless, more irritable. Need to run around and yell and jump and shout and just expunge all this energy before I POP like a human balloooon.

“*in style similar to Lil’ Jon* WHAT?!”

Man, I’ve been weird lately. And REALLY off my game, chess-wise. I’ve got this freaky sort of energy bubbling right under my skin…I can’t sit still.

And now off to dance about like a nutbar.

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