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♥ Wednesday, February 20, 2008
8:40 PM

I woke up today asking myself if i should skip school today.
because Orientation was sucha bore yesterday.
who cares if we really got back the relics.
i just saw the Numrid lens lying around the foyer yesterday
made up dumb hula hoops and cardboard.
well of course its suppose to made up of junk.if not i would
have stolen it and sold it on Ebay and become the richest 17-year-old alive.
However,
staying at home the whole day to find Inner peace as suggested by
'healthy magazine' got the better of me and not start up National Treasure 3.

I tried by burning some aromatic candles together with cinnamon
with apparently could not be burnt, i don't know why.
and now my whole room smells like some Indian temple. Lol.
maybe, i might just head to the kitchen next and start concocting an unearthly
medical ailment that can maybe cure terrible backaches in a jiffy.
or maybe i could start my own biography so when i die,
someone finds it publishes it and i'll become more reknown then Anne Frank.
why? because i'll add in many unrealistic crap that Inner peace gives.
right.i guess sleeping does the most Inner peace-giving.
so goodnight to those poor warriors in school having to find a fake relic
and listening to old people giving never-ending talks.

And lastly, i've influenced Vanessa to find her own Inner peace.
i told you i was influential.
Oh yeah, I hope the kitties come out to a place where i can actually see them
tonight so Glen won't kill me for having cockroach-fright-night.















Glen with Missy Ginger.