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I have horrible gas, I'm somewhat tired, but I'm in a generally good mood. Sort of weird. Disconnected from my mind; unable to control my physical being. Pseudo-poetic, apparently. My neck hurts. Also, tomorrow is my last day of school for Junior year. I only have to deal with high school for another year. Yippiiiiee. I like how that word looks, I need start writing down the words I like, and then I'll write them all over my wall or make wall paper; I wonder which will be easier to remove.
I don't know.
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