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the index card | life sucks Wednesday. 9.1.04 4:53 pm Tennis sucks Boys suck School sucks Friends suck My slow computer sucks The neighborhood I'll probably move to sucks [ghettotastic] Life-in general- sucks. Let's start at the begining of the day. Or, even the last two days. It rained. That means, oh joy, we get to stay in town and not at home. Fun. So we stayed in the nasty apartment outside of my M and D's house. [they're my grandparents on my dad's side] For the last 2 nights. So, we were driving around 4oth and 38th street, just seeing if Scott happened to be outside of his house [two blocks away lol], when my mom starts going this is a horrible neighborhood! And I was thinking, 'ghettotastic ghettotastic!' That was last night. Today. Fun. Evan's still bragging about it. The cutting. And it's driving me fuckin' bonkers. He's pissing me the hell off! Plus- well, just tell me if you agree with this- When you like someone, you tend to think they like you back, even if they really are staring at you cuz you've got a bugger hangin' out your nose. Wendy likes Will. Who cares if she won't admit it. Ali likes Will. At least she admits it. Wendy's pissin' me off. 'Laythe was starring at me!' 'Will was starring at me!' 'Scott was staring at me!' 'Cody was staring at me!' When she knew me and Ali liked those guys. No, she never knew I liked Cody or Will [no one knows about Cody, and only Brooke knows about Will, I think Ali forgot, or else she wouldn't tell me, cuz she gets pissed off when people start liking the same people that she or her friends like.] but she knew about Scott and Laythe and even if she didn't like them then she still said that. And she said that when she knew Ali liked Cody and when she knew Ali likes Will. She's being a jerk. A big fat jerk. post more later ly hannah ____________________edit Ok, it's later. At tennis, the stupid coach was like, 'This year we've got a group of talented young seventh graders, so you need to practice,' basically told me I'm untalented with tennis. Well, I found a solution, besides quitting, to help me. I have to be singing a song in my head, and I hit the ball. Keeping my hair back might also help with my sight. lol. ly hannah 0 Comments.
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