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Saturday, May 19, 2007


-Zilch!-



















If sleeping 13 hours and waking up at noon is the only thing I have to do in order to feel bernice (and i haven't felt myself in a long, long time) all day, then sleeping 13 hours and waking up at noon I shall.

I never realised how much I like being me.

And thus I realise I cannot wait for the holidays, when I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. And nobody can get me to wake up at 6am or make me sleep at 10 unless I want to (which is pretty much impossible, but still), because there's no school, no commitments, no ccas, no nothing. -drifts off into bernicedreamland-

Galare raised their icecream price by 30cents. I feel my delicate world of icecreams crashing around me. 30cents. 30bloodyfreakingcents! That means for every 5 cups of cookies and cream I buy, I lose $1.50 more than I usually would. $1.50.


Now die.

(:








If I go crazy then will you still call me superman
If I'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand



| so spoken! @ 8:50 PM|

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