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Alright, starting about five minutes ago, I have two hours to finish this thing of ice cream. I also have to avoid the rest of my family's eyesight so that they don't see me trying to consume the entire brand-new half gallon of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. I think maybe I should have gone for Birthday Cake. Holy cow that stuff is good. I'm completely devoid of anything aside from the normal acids and such in my stomach right now. I forgot breakfast and I don't have any lunch money, but tomorrow I'll be able to eat at lunch time. I'll have English and Government. English will be stupid, but Government will be good because all I have to do is sit there and listen to other people read their papers, and eventually read my own. Easy like a piece of cake. Mrs. Grable was making fun of Mrs. Bindlish's accent today. Not so much making fun of, but mimicking it. Apparently Grable stole some Chemistry goggles a couple of years ago and Mrs. Bindlish was freaking out because she didn't know where they were. Oh great, Rachel left her Psychology book at school. I have to take her back to get it. She's messing up my effort. I'll be back...

And I'm back. She got the book. I just wish she weren't so obsessive about her grades. They're not as important as she makes them out to be and she goes crazy for it. I swear she's going to die like 15 years sooner than me because of all the stress she puts on herself. She took 20 minutes away from my eating time, meaning that she's nearly ruined the project. I'm going to have some pizza after this; the frozen kind, I mean. I should be at rehearsal right now, but I'm locked out and I don't want to knock because it could interrupt them and they're supposedly taping the performance today. I don't really need to be there. They're all supposed to know their lines anyway. Rachel slurps when she eats. It's fairly annoying. I can't wait to go visit her in an institution someday. I hope I remember enough stuff about the books I've read this year to do well on the English stuff. We're writing either 3 or 4 essays, I can't remember. I'm pretty sure it's 3. I hope it's 3. There's no way I can finish this whole thing. I'm only about 1/5 of the way done and I'm already getting full. That might be because I didn't eat anything today and my stomach has contracted a little. Ack! I have to get my transcripts. If I forget them I'm in lots of trouble. All I have to do is go pick them up, but I keep forgetting. Ashley keeps reminding me and I keep forgetting. I've kept this blog up for a little over 6 months now. I'm proud of myself. I should throw myself a party. Everyone's invited! except for people whose names start with Q or X. I don't want those weirdos at my party. I spit on them. Ptooey. I can say that because I don't know anyone whose name starts with those letters. Well, I know this one girl names Quincy, but I don't like her and I wouldn't want her at my party anyway. Peace out.