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Can't Tell Me Nothin
5.20.2005

so the semester finished on a good note, i got a 3.7 gpa (holler at cha dawg [r.i.p. the triplets *tear*]). now i have 2 jobs and i'm tired as hell cuz i'm usually waking up at 8:30 and not gettin home til 10 some nights. this sucks . i'm working at my old job and at my mom's school covering the office part time when the secretary leaves for lunch and lunch monitor when needed, which has only been once this week thank gawd, so i work like 2 hours er'day. those kids talk alot. [my mom is the nurse aka ms. harris for all future references] "you look just like ms. harris", in a whisper: "thats the nurse's daughter" i forget we look alike sometimes. we go to the store and shit and people do double takes and shit and i'm like wtf yall lookin at . we have the same hair and everything... back to the school, kids walk fast as hell down the hallway, i would not be walking to fast back to class lol in fact i don't believe i ever did unless i was late. some of the kids are so skinny that they look fragile and some have some nasty fat bellies we NEVER had fat kids when i was growin up. i seriously cannot remember any fat chirren in any of the 6 schools i've attended. on thursday this kid had a tonic-clonic seizure [which is the most serious type] and his lips and fingers were blue, that shit was scary. my mom said she never saw anyone turn blue. he had to be taken to the hospital and my mom went with them to drive his mom's car up there so they wouldnt be stranded at the hospital. then she got bac kto the school around 3:30 or 4. then we went over to my granma's to see my aunt who's visiting from north cack, didn't see her and didn't leave til 5:30 then over to my aunt and uncle's place hoping to catch my cousin and his troup [mostly just his new baby boy lol], he has one kid of his own [havent seen him yet, only in pictures, so cute] and one his girlfri- baby momma's and 2 are his cousin's kids who died [r.i.p. mikey] we didn't leave there til 7 then we went to the grocery store and bumped into my cousin's wife who has pics of the baby that she's gonna send to us, i had to make sure i get my own set cuz my momma be stingy. didn't get home til 8 and btw i had only gotten 2.5 hours of sleep cuz i had to do my hair the night/morning before so by the time i got home i was BEAT. got on here and did my classes then got in bed, i was knocked the fuck out. today i was still tired but it didn't hit until late i should've went to bed awhile ago but i'm typing this and need to take to my contacts. hasta luego

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the sudden craze for sneakers at 1:15 AM

5.05.2005

one semester down and 5 more (oh lord...) to go. people at this school are funny. they wanna be people's friends but then spread shit around about them then expect it to not get back to the person they're backstabbing. then another thing happeneing is the flipflopping of females and their sexual preferences. they just change with the wind and then wanna deny everything. people need to learn how to be secure in their place. if you like males and females be bisexual and embrace it. don't be untrue to certain people cuz then you're being untrue to yourself also. i'm kinda happy about the end of the semester, my grades are looking good. i think i have a 3.6 or higher which i don't believe i've EVER had. i'm glad i got to start over. i want to leave but i don't wanna go home to springfield :/ i'd stay here if i had a place to stay but i don't so....


i'm gettin sick

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