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i start sentences with "Yeah" and "But" and "And" a lot.

i have been so busy lately.
i get to move out of my dorm Thursday, hoo-rah! i've been living off turkey sandwiches!
A Jobby is needed at this point. i'll have to find one that doesn't require the passing of a drug test because i'm not going to pass it... which is a first for me.
i've never really had to worry about it, but i got distracted and didn't stop smoking, so i don't know what i'm going to do about that. i'll either get a job at the porn store or ask a sexy friend if they do drug tests at her work. i don't think they do, though, because she got a job there and she smokes a lot of pot.
Why is it called pot? It doesn't resemble a pot, nor do i feel or act like a pot when i'm elevated.
i call it something else that is very secretive.
We became elevated after sunset in the middle of the woods, then we ventured into the playground of a nearby school and watched Nighthawks attacking one another. Then we went to a cemetery and sat on a blanket.
Frankie was the only unstoned one, and she was paranoid and pissing me off. She didn't let me have any fun.
i ate an entire box of donuts.

i got drunk this weekend (imagine that!) and we decided to walk to the gas station down the road and i sprained my ankle. And my knee also hurt, but i don't know what happened there.

i don't really know why i'm typing here, it's nothing really interesting. i'm just bored, i suppose.
i love my camera.
:3

i also found out who is going to be at Bonnaroo, and fucking Gogol Bordello is going to be there. i wish i could afford tickets.
Aparently, it's the only time they tour the U.S. At least that's what i've been told...
i would kill for fucking Bonnaroo tickets. Okay, maybe that's a little over exaggerated.