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There are a few things- I miss Kristoff, so much. Syd's four-year-old sister started crying when she found out kristoff wasn't going to be stopping by anymore. I miss Max's appartment... Even though Max hasn't had his appartment since november or something, I'm still not used to Max not having an appartment... I mean, it was probably for the best since every time I'd end up doing far too many drugz. There's a reason Josh calls it "the ol' trip den" ...And speaking of Josh, we smoked and then smoked more and then smoked a blunt (smoking with him is fun because he doesn't smoke anymore cause of his drug testin) but this man straight up falls

 Is it stupid that I upload these even though no one reads them? Yes. Do I care? No. I don't have an actual Journal or Diary of my own so...I don't know. I'm not about to document my life either. I just need something, some paper maybe...Cause I like grabbing my thoughts by the ears and throwing the (hard as possible) at the closest object. I've decided to write a book. It'll be kinda like a journal, kinda like this I guess. Just an entry sort of thing for every day for a year. I started in November 09 and it's gonna go from September through...I don't know...hopefully a year. Does that make sense? It's basically my notes on everyday for a y

 When I told you I was happy I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied... Post Script: Editing poetry for Smith Poetry Contest, still crashing, European History project, cleaning, laundry, organizing, getting the rest of my shit together. Tomorrow is half day at school: I have to start my sketch book for my Painting class, cross my fingers Evan will be working, getting final critique on poetry from Mrs. Marr/discussing taking UMASS english classes next year,  talking with Eric Nazar (aka Flo-Naze), meeting Devin to pay her $10 (all the money I have right now, they had issues charging the hotelroom we stayed in at Yo Gabber therefore we had to pay i