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So, here I am, drinking a tall glass of cranberry juice at the computer. I have 2 new pairs of jeans and a new zip-up hoodie in the dryer (along with other clothes of mine that needed washing).

Last night, I wound up talking to this girl in my English class for about 3 hours in the parking lot after class. Man, that was a lot of prepositional phrases. Anyway, I found out that she lives in Burleson (no long trips!!) and that she was a HUGE pothead. What it is with me and pothead chicks? I wonder how my straight edge is really going to go over with her. I told her I was, but I'm not sure if she really understood what that means. sigh.

Another morning of sitting next to the really cute punk girl in my History class and not saying a word to her. I'd say something to her, but she bolts as soon as class lets out. What an emo pussy I'm being today!