Well, I'm kinda a little depressed right now so I guess this is what I'm gonna do with that. So my "friend" Fran wanted to plan an act for the talent show. One of the very many problems with that (stage fright, lack of talent, and so on) is we were supposed to turn in some slip thing that I didn't have last week. Just great. So its ok to beg like there's no tommorow, right? no. The mousey seceretary lady turned red. (now that i think about it, that was kinda funny) Then, when I got home, I got grounded for calling my dad Joe. (probaly not the smartest move on my part but still) So, I take it my good luck charm (a triangle with wings) quit working. my dog seems to think my foot's a chew toy. My mom's office got robbed. My brother broke my hair brush and started hammering my door. again. ...---...
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