Super Duper to the Hooray.

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need snow

So all of this week I have been too lazy to do my homework and today is not an exception. I'm still upset about history but the more I think about it the more I want to stab cute animals and lay out their carrion on the middle of the road for cars to run over and/or crash because of trying to not run over them. And of course I am concerned for the greater good of our public safety, so I will jeopardize the life of others because I am upset.
Speaking of history, today all the questions "anonymous" asked I ended up being first to answer. But "anonymous" did not hear. BUT, "anonymous" did recognize a worthy answer and my hand was raised. That class... that class. I hate that it seems that for me I'd rather swallow a handful of nails than get another bad grade in that class- yet others make it seem easy breezy. Is that fair? No, but if I complain I'm a douche. I am a douche.
Someone needs to get organized. Which is me. I am losing all sorts of papers, thinking I will know where I had left them, but I don't remember of course. I believe it is the lack of snow. And sleep. And deprivation of normal life. I want it to snow so I can lay next to my homeboy in the white fluffy and wet stuff. Then we would fall asleep. Or something. I hope. If it snows, I shall be happy. If it does not I shall cry and possible die from heartache. I tell myself this every night, and I wake up, hopeful, thinking the snow god heard my prayers and just for me laid this big blanked of snow.
But every single morning- nothing.

Nothing.

Lanna understands- this is upsetting. Snow- it reminds of us of our sweet, sweet childhood, the bundles of snow, the excess of it, the black ice, frozen hands, puffy coats, crazy sledding... I miss my childhood.
I didn't have the money, I had the strict parents, there were those moments... but goddamn...
my years in Canada- broke but happy- were the happiest years of my life, even if I had a few friends, they really were.
I love all of my friends now, they make this place bearable. More than bearable. But combine my Canada years with my friends, shit...
I'd have it made.
With homeboy by my side.

9:12 p.m. - 2007-01-18

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Shabby

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