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Well, this is Monday.

Whoa. There's only two more days of school. Two more days of high school. And then the real living gets started. I woke up with a cold Sunday morning, wahoo. Not. I hate colds, they make me miserable. I don't enjoy not being able to breathe out of my nose and having gunk in it. Plus, I'm a stomach sleeper. But I have the hardest time sleeping on my back. Ahh! I hope I somehow magically sleep off this cold tonight, so I can somehow make it through these last two days. I need to do well on my calculus test! Then I'll never have to take a math class ever again.

I remember back when I actually used Facebook. Ha. The old days. Now I never get on. It's been taken over by people who shouldn't be allowed to reproduce anytime soon if we don't want the world to end soon. Just kidding! Haha! But yeah, I always feel bleck after I get on there. Blogs on the other hand, they give me hope! Life might be ok! I've been finding lots of blogs linked on other people's blogs that I've enjoyed reading. The bestby laughs at me because I'm reading a blog and he's like who's that and I'm like, I don't actually know! I like their blog though. If any of you have some amazing blogs I should hit up, leave them in the comments!

I made my lunch today. It was delicious! Yummy! I even got to have celery and ranch!

I keep having tons of story ideas! It's awesome, and sort of bad at the same time because I can't work on them all at the same time. I write them all down though and come back to them. I'm so excited to start taking creative writing classes!

I've started crocheting when I'm stressed. I've just been using random yarn around the house and making a blanket. I started this about three weeks ago, this is how big it's gotten. I've had a lot of stress if you couldn't tell. Haha!

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