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Something like faith.

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Location: Kingston, Ontario, Canada

With all the issues under the sun.

Tuesday, February 18

gaaah
I'm tired. VERY tired. Phoned k to see if she wanted to see a movie...but she is going to the pianist. Lucky Duck. Tired. Can't find Lifehouse CD. Spent far too long working on set....whole being cries out for......sleep. The jason crush has calmed down, even though i still really like him. BUT. c'est la vie, right?

grumph
Stupid people who can't get off their fat asses to help build the set. >_< Kill me kill me kill me...

And it's only Tuesday.

Sunday, February 16

FUCK!
I AM SO FUCKING PISSED OFF AT MY WORK - WHO(ok, i won't make you read all my CAPS....though i'm truly feeling them)after i saved their asses a number of times by coming in early/staying late...can't give me time off to get my FUCKING Grad photos taken! WHAT THE FUCK! AND i ask them if i could please not work before 12 on sundays - i have church. They won't honour it. They ALWAYS put me before FUCKING 12!!!!!! I'm not sure....but i am seriously contemplating quitting. That is, if Jason weren't there (who is my newest crush and i don't care who the FUCK knows...Psychobitch can know for all I care) and now i have a shitload of hw to do, not to mention that writing contest that my teachers are making me enter...and i don't think i can escape everybody. I'm thinking about going to sit in Tim Hos and work on my Ravensbruk story just so I can get some peace of mind. THEN at nine I will come home and probably spend two hours working on my math sheet which is due tomorrow, and then go to sleep. I will wake up and FAIL my FUCKING math test and you know what? Right now i just don't care. I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY!

Yesterday I got to work to meet this REALLY perky new girl (not to mention that the uniform flatters her really quite well) who we will call Candy. I had developed this extraordinarily small crush on a guy at work (not jason)...and as he left asked her for her phone #. So i got over that crush lickity-split. On the other hand....she's not as pretty as I'd originally thought. And the guy IS a dumbass who nobody really likes. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck. I am SO FUCKING PISSED OFF.

Kora/lia...ask about work on Sat...I've 1 000 000 stories to tell you...and tomorrow I'm sure I'll be happier to tell them. But they are little things that I don't want to tell with people who i know reading this.

Anyways. I'm done now. Let's hope tomorrow is FUCKING BETTER. But it won't be. Beause I've got IT. and MATH. And LIT where i have to sit near stone-cold bitchy Mcbitch. Mm. Maybe I'll go for McDonalds. who cares.

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