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So.

Here I am.

It's 10:13pm.

I should be doing a lot of things, such as:

a) my english essay on the Holocaust

b) working on my lines for my final in drama

c) finding my t-shirt that I'm being forced to wear tomorrow

But instead I am here, listening to The Beatles "because" and brainstorming ideas for the next Daydreaming and Jolly Rancher Wrappers.

The things I do for creative purposes. I shake my head at you.

I look over at the pile of finished math assignments (wait, <i>finished???</i> I'm just as surprised as you) and I ponder whether or not I should get up and put them in my backpack & save 5 minutes tomorrow morning. 

My eyes drift over to my new book, which already has chew marks in it from my dog. I can hardly believe that page 34 has been mangled (hardly) in the mere 5 hours I've been in ownership of this fantastic & sarcastic piece of literature. <u>Gingerbread.</u>

I've been thinking a lot lately if maybe I should darken my clothes and strike a violent pose, maybe they'll leave you alone but not me. *cough* Excuse me, broke into a MCR song there.

I really must go now.

Go on with my life as a confused hormone-crazed adolescent female.

Completely unaware of who I want people to think I am.

Scared to show it to the public.

So, it seems I am cursed forevermore to scribble down myself in words, hoping that someone will read it and know me.