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Another day with nothing to do at the Model College. Took all the old quizzes on the computer to study, and aced everyone. Took my laws final about 2 weeks ago, found out I passed with a high C. Didn't even study for that one, I should have, but I am not going to retake it. Wrote my cover letter and about me page now I just need to type it. So literally all I have to do for the next month is just get my ass here. Swipe my time card in, swipe it out. Birthday is one week from today. No plans whatsoever. Mom is making me a thanksgiving feast to celebrate my birth on sunday, pretty excited about that. Also, did you know that if you park somewhere for two hours, then move a block down for forty-five minutes, you'll get a parking ticket? Truth. Ridiculous.

I like the color pink, just not in my eye

So, Pink Eye. That happened.

Got my Dexter Season 4 back from my sistah finally. Already on disc two, holla! Can't go to school tomorrow with a contagious face, they don't want me there and I can't say I feel differently. This week is gonna be a week from hell. Got a funeral/visitation to go to for my aunt. Something good needs to happen this week. Getting kind of sick of college-aged boys hitting on me. I'm not going to fall for your "charm" (although countless other girls have/are) so fuck off. Cheese and spaghettios for supper, gotta go make that so
byyyyyyyyeeeeeeee

if i riseeeeeee

20 days til my birthday, blog. Its been a busy day here at the Model College which is good for my hours, but not for me. I feel like crap, my wisdom teeth are coming in and I feel like a teething baby. Because of my overdose on smarties, I now have like 4 canker sores in my mouth, which I guess I brought on myself. So I was brushing my teeth last night like the uber-hygenic gal I am, and my toothbrush scraped a canker sore. All the sudden my mouth filled up with blood, seriously. My mouth was dripping blood. It was sick. And now we say, "cool story, bro." I wanna go to the movies because I haven't in a while but I don't think there are too many good movies out. I watched 127 Hours finally and holy shit blog, what a good movie. And this has nothing to do with my love for James Franco. They portrayed the story really well, and James did an amazing job! I heard the scene where we cuts his arm off was pretty gruesome, but I didn't find it bad. Maybe because my generation is used to gore thanks to the Saw franchise. And of course, I cried. I knew that would happen, I cried for the last half hour at least. Out of interesting stuff to say again.