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Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Eh. Getting back to that apathetic stage. At least I'm not at the suicidal depression level. Glad I didn't do any lower.... I would have sunk like a stone in the water. A very heavy stone.

I should really finish my geometry... maybe I'll do that after I'm done with this. Still don't care about geometry, but I'm working to get my other grades up. Geometry can just shove my apethetic attitude up its ass.

Hahahah, that was funny.

My boots should be here by middle of next week. I'm still pissed about them not being here in time for Halloween. Blarg. At least I'll have a custome to use when I finally attend a Ren-Festival. I'll even have weapons. Working on getting a staff or spear... I'm leaning towards a voulge/fuchard/halberd type of weapon, since polearms are my favorite types of weapons, under swords.

Gonna work more on that story Emma wanted me to work on... after my geometry. I have my character all set up, now I just need her's and Shyla's.

I've made up a list of people I'm going to get Christmas presents for. I'm thinking about making a few sets of runes for a few.... I just need to decide who. Gonna get Becca a hoodie, since she wants one (well, no, she wants a bunch.) But I am dreading Christmas... I have to scramble to help get the house cleaned for when Granny and Grandpa come to visit. I think I can do it, though, mom and I nearly had the whole house cleaned a week before my birthday. Then it got messy again. And know what? The majority of that mess belongs to.... mom. All of my mess is in my room, where it's supposed to be.

I'd be cleaning my room tonight, but Perkins asked if I could come in to work in case Dalayna (did I spell that right?) can't make it. And even if she does, they want me to work. Apparently, they tried to call me last night to ask to work then. But I wasn't home. I was at the ranch fighting with a rooster. Damn asshole bastard, I'm tired of them trying to tear me apart! GRRR!

I better get on that geometry....

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