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SICK SICK SICK.

Again.

Finals. My first honest-to-god final is Friday night at 7 pm. What lameness is that. All the pretty medicines I took to make me able to breath are making it really fun to try to type wheeeeee.

Reading more Terry Pratchett. Oh how I hope for more dreams.

I can't wait for this week to be over. And I'm infinitely glad that grades are posted online and not sent to my house. And I love Mountain Dew. No one really understands me but my MD. I wonder where my favorite suicidegirls went. I came back one day and they were all reset to "select." I don't know who this "select" is, but I'll be she's not pretty.

Kleenexes. I ran out again.

I am thinking of changing my picture to a funny one Derrick took. I think I will.

This is my eyes: ----BLURRY-----