December 27, 2007
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I. Hate. Malls.
That pretty much sums up my day.
I spent almost my entire afternoon in the dressing room the second from the last in Aeropastale attempting to squeeze myself into their incredibly colorful clothing. It wasn't enjoyable. Especially when I would get down to the bottom of the pile, thinking I was almost finished, and my mother would knock and hand me even more.
Oh well. At least it's over.
Maybe tomorrow will be better. Hopefully, we'll figure out what to do for our English outside reading project without one of our members and everything will be wonderful and perfect and lovely and my depression will magically disappear. Oh! And my Physics homework would answer itself, my brain would already be ready for the midterm headed my way after break, calories would no longer matter, my inexplicable emotions will go away, I would no longer be clumsy and accident-prone, my obsessive behavior with the soundtrack from Juno will lessen, the weird past tense/present tense I'm switching into sporadically will/would make sense, and I will already have been accepted into college without, of course, sending in my applications.
I apologize, but I needed so badly to be sarcastic.
And here I thought break was going to be nice, relaxing, maybe even good. How naive I am...
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