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Saturday, April 7, 2012
8/2/2011 draft: Not to seem angsty, but @ 1:34 PM

Today has been such a fucking shitty day. 


Let me explain my teenage angst... This morning I got up and went to school to register for the upcoming school year. My one and only senior year. But the dirty fatass of a counselor told me I can't because I went to a homeschool system and thus I can't go back to public schools without repeating a grade. After an argument the entire room overheard, I agreed to starting off as a junior again until I get bumped up to Senior and still be able to graduate with the class of 2012. Oh but wait. The stupid ladies at the homeschool program didn't give me my end of the year credit sheet or whatever. So I had to go all the way across town to the homeschool office building to have them print out my credit sheet... and oh woah. they were closed. Didn't see that one coming. They'll be open tomorrow though. And now I have the risk into running into my ex. The only one I actually cared for and the only one with whom I left things off pretty shady. Fanfuckingtastic. Whatever.

Back at home I let my dogs in so they could escape from the heat. My younger of the two, a 3 year old white/cream teacup poodle came running in. My other one, a much older black/grey toy poodle...didn't.


R.I.P. My wonderful friend, Yo-yo


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