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Tuesday, January 2, 2007
(8:40:00 PM)
"Nelly Furtado is right."
She's right.
All good things come to an end.
I have no idea why.
Neither does Nelly.
Anyway, in less than ten hours, I will wake myself up to the bathroom.
Get myself ready for school.
Yes, school.
School?!
Yes.
SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOL?!
'Ya heard that?
Obviously, I'm not pretty excited that school's reopening tomorrow.
The only thing I look forward to is meeting a bunch of new sec one students. I hope to see familiar faces.
And maybe meeting *some* of my friends.
Yes, I'm that evil.
And and. I cannot wait for recess and maybe the morning assembly.
Remember bring your thermometers, ties and storybooks, Assumptionites.
Haha.
I don't know what school would be like without my bestfriend this year.
Pfffft.
Bye.
And by the way, I don't have new school shoes or bag like you rich people.