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Friday, February 8, 2008
If it isn't just one of those days

Despite the 10 hours of sleep I'm still super tired. Like dead beat tired. Even after 10 hours of sleep.

Oh gross Dad is watching the Hippo thing again. The last time he watched a Hippopotamus documentary, it was about their eating lifestyle, and they showed clips of them eating each other (apparently that's what they do when they get really hungry or something) and let me tell you, it totally ruined my appetite (we were eating dinner at the time) and also, totally destroyed my notion of hippos being vegetarians. I truly understood the meaning of 'lost my appetite' at the moment and my dad adamantly refused to change the damn channel.

Anyway, I want to go swimming but I can't. Partly due to flu, and some other things. But next week I'll be dragging Jo to go swimming with me (unless she's got another bloody project to be working on. See la, go DHS. DHS= Doom/Hell School. Kay that was a pathetic abbreviation, but wtv. At 11:33 a.m. in the morning that's about as good as it can get.

Um let's see, I still have yet to do any bit of the assignment. And to think I was so excited to be finally doing something related to writing. Tsk tsk, Crystal.
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