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2:57 a.m.
2001-09-08
She loves the third person

She's baaaaaaa-aaaaack...

She said, trying to be amusing.

But she's really too tired to be amusing right now. Sure, she's awake enough to be speaking of herself in the third person, but for everything else--yep, too tired.

And it's not just a "it's three in the morning" tired. She's been on the go since 5:30 this morning, essentially. Sure, she took a lunch break and an early dinner break, but she really didn't stop. And bloody five hours of the day was spent in transportation. An hour to school, an hour and a half from school (She missed the bus), and two hours (more or less) from Evanston to Ridge. What's more, she has to spend at least an hour in transportation tomorrow, because she has no bloody way of getting back to Evanston to do her homework and, oh, she doesn't know, get some clean clothes, sans the train, for her mother and Hans are already up there. Bloody Evanston goers. They bug her, really.

Okay, she can see how this could get really annoying really quickly, but to be quite honest, she doesn't care. She's having fun, and it's amusing her greatly, especially since she's so tired and it's so late (or early, depending on how one looks at it). So if one doesn't enjoy this, she suggests cramming it with walnuts, ugly, and go read someone else's diary. She's going to continue on this vein until she can write no more, which is right about now.

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