3.3.2002
 
Half an hour spent outside sweeping all the crap off of the backyard pavement. I feel/ smell/ look/ taste like shit. And why did I do it? Because I couldn't stand all the shit.

Stupid pigeons.

Now I have to go to rehearsal after church for that damned passion play I'm in. I should have just stuck with the chorus. Now I have to memorize more lines, along with my poems for language fair.

Which is why I'm dreading all the AP classes I shall be taking in the next two years.

I have a feeling that I'll be a burn-out come my 40th birthday.

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