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2002-03-08 - 4:30 p.m. So the tests thing wasn't enough for *some* people *coughcough*, so I'll attempt to write a real entry. My nails are growing, and I think they're starting to look pretty. Go me. Woop woop. Oh, yeah. I am becoming quite adept at doing potentially dangerous things without getting hurt... I think that's a plus. I even used an iron yesterday. How scary is *that*? My stomach hurts. I think that someone should take care of me. No, I don't. Yes, I do. *shrugs* Why do I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to call up and have 10 pizzas with pineapple and sardines delivered to the house of someone I don't like... say... a certain person in my former English class who wished that I was dead? Or the snotty diva who dropped out of the play because she didn't get the lead? Or... or... Leah, cool it. You're being evil. Stop. Muahahahahahaha.
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