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January 30, 2008

Remember How We Used to Be?

A week later, and it's still hard to think that I won't see him tomorrow when I walk into school.

I just reread that sentence and it sounds like he's dead. He's not. I talked to him this morning, he really needs to stop telling me he misses me. Shut up. Just shut up.
 
School starts again tomorrow and I'm going to have to deal with all the stupid annoying people younger than me, and older than me and I have to start to talk to my "friends" again. I was perfectly fine with having three friends over this exam break, holly him & hanna. H H H. Honestly, those are the only friends I talked too. SHIT I DONT WANT TO GO BACK. Can I please just kick them all in the shins and spit in their precious hair and expensive bags and yell at them TAKE THAT BITCH but I don't think I'd be full of friends after that, because I want to kick a lot of people. I don't know if that's healthy or not, BUT I AM DRINKING GREEN TEA. Seriously. Not like you care or anything.

Two days ago I was walking towards the community mail box down the street and across the road, when some kid, he srsly looked eleven, walked up to me all like HEY MISS, D'YOU WANT A JOINT? And I was like Hey midget, shouldn't you be playing with your lego? And he sneered in my face, it was like Fan-Fic Draco Malfoy worthy and shoves the joint into my hand. So I squished the top of it my hand and tossed the ashes? onto his bright blonde head and he screamed like the little boy he was and ran away. Maybe you shouldn't shove drugs into my hand, 'cause I was trying to be nice to you. Little jerk.

My hair is so soft, it feels like a baby's bum. Honestly, my hands just run through it and it's SOFTY SOFT and I smile because WOW IT'S SO SOFT. I'll stop saying soft now. Soft.

I'm trying to write something decent, honestly I am. Nothing's coming out though. I told my friend a story the other day, and obviously it was fake and made-up, and she knew that and it just spun off my tongue. It was the best story ever, it had princesses and knights and nights and dragons and elves and death and happiness. It was honestly amazing. But when I tried to write it out NOTHING CAME BECAUSE I HAVE NO CLUE WHY.

I wish I had money. I wish I could walk into a shoe store, and just buy a pair of red pumps. I think they would look good with my skinny black jeans and bright red shirt, don't you think?
 
"Death's got an invisibility cloak?" interupped Harry.
"Yeah," said Ron. "It's when he get's tired of running at people, flapping his arms and shrieking...sorry Hermione."

page. 331, hp7.

I think that's the right page number. Anyways, it's one of the funniest things ever. I'm rereading it for the fourth time, and it still makes me laugh.

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