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Senior year is killing me. I’m so close, but to what? Well I’m more than happy to get away from people at my school. Don’t take it personally, but I’m not going to miss 80% of you guys. I’m so done with high school. I remember going into grade 8, knowing everyone’s name and status. Now I walk through the doors and I don’t recognize anyone. I got a taste of the real world and I prefer it over this popular soap opera I’m currently stuck in.

So far this year, things aren’t looking too bright. Ambur died, and I miss her. I write her letters now and then and keep them in my binder at school. Thinking about this is making me want to cry. DON’T CRY!

I’m heading downtown today to pick up my Christmas present! I know, it sucks that I know but I’M SO HYPED! http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&navAction=jump&id=14633986&search=true&isProduct=true&parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS&color=00

We’re going to provincials for curling, I’m so excited and only a few know why. I’m not too hyped to be going to Chilliwack. If I see you believe you me, I will walk up to you and slap you right across the face. You’re a coward.

To a certain someone, you’re dead to me and I love it.

OH SO I WAS CUTTING MY BANGS, doing mah thang. AND I CHOPPED OFF A HUGE SIDE PIECE. Let’s just say, I can’t really wear my hair up. And THIS is why my mother hides the hair dressing scissors on me. I go scissor happy. Oh well, hair grows…right?
Anyways, I’m off to go downtown, once I finish my makeup and attempting to hide that one short chunk in my hair. I haven’t even started on my Christmas shopping!!