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2002-10-14, 5:24 p.m.
*whistles*
Tommorow's the PSATs. It's too bad I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I know I'll get a low score, but who cares? I'll do better next year, I know.
I got back my narrative essay from English today. For some reason, my teacher thought of it as a project and made it worth three grades. No matter, though. A/A/A+ That was too easy. Next to my writing was a very nice comment for her to make: "You're a great writer [Aww, shucks. *blush*]! The way you add dialogue into the narrative body is excellent!" Listen to me brag. *blush*
See, Matt? You correcting me all the time is actually a good thing! You're good for somethin'! ;) I love ya, buddy.
Well I was going to tell you about the rest of the day, but my stupid brother is kicking me off the computer. I hate him. Very, very, very much. Now I feel bad for bragging. Oh well. Seeya.
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