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I woke up today with a crippling leg cramp. It was so horrible I kept rolling around in bed (was sleeping with sister in Mom's room), beating the mattress and screaming like a banshee. Surprisingly, Brenda didn't wake up, which actually made the whole thing suck even more because there was no one there to (figuratively) feel my pain.

Then I got up and realized it was already 6:55 and rushed to the toilet to brush and all. Then, while I was bathing I started to think about random stuff and then realized the urgent need to GO TO SCHOOL. So then I jumped out of the shower wore on the uniform and all and grabbed my phone off the table and turned it on (Yeah, see I gotta turn off my phone now because all YOU guys are calling me/sending me messages about helping you print some damned slides at 1:30 in the morning. Hey, while I'm at it, why not ask me to help you pluck some daisies, find a four-leaf clover and bring the moon to your FREAKING door).

Then I realized it was only 7:00 and that the clock in my Mom's room was a bit fast.

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!#@^%(*A^#GF!$#^

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School was boring. Classroom is STILL plagued by this weird smell emanating from a dumpster outside the school or something. It's hard to tell what it actually is, but I figure it's a mix of spoilt food and the rotten corpse of a dog that was beaten at home, thrown out of skyscraper onto a road where it was repeatedly run down by oversized eighteen-wheelers, flung into a cesspool and seasoned with the fecal waste of someone who's obviously had a bad case of diarrhoea.

Charming.

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Came home and sat down for a lengthy session of Guitar Hero : World Tour where I discovered my ineptitude at anything involving the slightest co-ordination and following the beat. I think I should stick to singing in the shower. Fragments of shattered glass lying all over the bathroom floor are certainly testament to my singing prowess and melodious voice.

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OK. I'm satisfied with what I've written. That is all.