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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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Pamela 11071995

I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?

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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

HELLO.

in mathematics class now. okay. there are like 3 teachers in the computer lab. oh well. one teaching in front, the other two at the back look look see see. GRADIENT.

i have detetntion today. wonder what we would be doing though.. i am kind of excited. yes, im weird. but, it is like until 5:30PM. o____o should i go for training? nah, i didn't bring jersey. :D okay, whatever, i am not purposely skipping basketball. after dentention, who has the frigging mood to train. plus, coach would definitely make you run 10 rounds around the court. so ya, forget about #13 going for training today people. oh.

d&t was super slack. i finished my messsage holder already. :D yay. so, the rest of the d&t lessons will be boring. maybe, i can go and cut something out from the scrap pieces of acrylic. oh. i got my acrylic back. and i bent a number 13 out of the wire that was supposed to hold the crocodile clip. :D see, my love for the unlucky #13.

english was somewhat screwed. some forgot the lines. oh well. i forgot part of my last paragraph too. screwed, screwed, screwed..

i need a frigging call tonight. i dowan to study.

hmm.. gtg. bye. :D