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On the Road

This summer, Angela and I are going to be Carlo Marx and Dean Moriarty. For we have our own apartment (no more weird roommate -- I'm becoming a "queen of confrontation!") in Nashville, Tennessee! And, since this is The Summer of Purging, we'll get rid of all those yuck influences (you know who you are ... actually you probably don't, cuz we've probably led you to believe that we like you alot ... ). And, we'll talk about all our life theories (which aren't theories - they're all true!) and have a fantastic time! Only one month!
Sidenote: Boys don't call back when they say they will ::coughKCcough:: Except Justin, who is cool. But this is not cool on my part: I just realized that since I met him last week, I have spent a grand total of 10 hours on the phone with him. Ten, my friends. That is not me, nor is it normal. Which is why I am not talking to him for a coulple days.
Sidenote No. 2: I HATE 8 a.m. classes. Really, who honestly decided that a school/work day should begin a mere 2 hours after the sun comes up??? That is ridiculous. Maybe I could justify it if we had siestas. MAYBE. But probably not. And since we don't have siestas, then definetly not.

Sidenote No. 3: I'm going to bed.

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P.S. Are not the handicapped signs by the word verification boxes quite silly?

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