December 28, 2004 :: 2:21 p.m.
the crappiest crap that ever crapped
My capacity for feeling like crap is like... 12 olympic-sized swimming pools. It's kind of amazing.
Now the real question is, why is chocolate not making me feel better? Seriously. It's like everything I thought I knew was a lie.
Going to brave Wal-Mart in search of cheap corduroy for purses. If anyone knows of any voodoo amultets to ward off obnoxious mullet-headed rednecks and their squalling spawn, please do pass the info along.
edited 4:43 p.m. I just got a letter in the mail from school with my grades and schedule for next semester. On the plus side, I made Dean's List. My GPA is 3.66, which bugs a little bit because it would be 3.75 if Preparatto had given me an A instead of an A- or if A+'s were counted , because I had one in Western Art. Anyway. On the completely atrocious and tragic down side, I have art history with Polish Nazi AGAIN next semester. Holy mother of crap. Baby jesus help us all.
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