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So, this is my 21st entry on this specific blog. Not exactly a milestone, yet a nice piece of information.

On this historic day I am sad, because I have been blogging since I was 11 (i.e. 7 years) and yet I do not have my past entries. If I could go back, I would definately stick to one journal, and keep an archive or something, but now it's too late.

Which is why I stress the importance of personal archive. Especially now, for all my little peers out there, when we are going to go do stuff that is not necessarily school related. I realize that my past blogs were most likely quite childish, which would make it all the more interesting to look back and see how stupid I was and how smart I am now (in my own humble opinion, I am obviously an example of brilliance!). I could go on about this forever, but to be quite honest, I don't have the energy with the thoughts of my impending double math class (can I get a *gaggggggg* anyone???). Math is such a waste by now anyway- I mean, the probability of choosing a King out of a deck of cards? 50% You either do, or you don't. Does anyone listen to my reasoning though? No. The educational system doesn't care about me because I am buggering off and they're cutting budgets.

Anyway, in further math discussion- I HATE IT. But I only have a 53, so perhaps I shall attend so I atleast have a CHANCE of passing.

A SNOWBALLS CHANCE IN HELL.

I just discovered what a snowball is. No, not the balls made of snow, but that candy-ish type thing made popular before I was born and that disappeared ages ago. In my Drama 20 final project last year, we were supposed to eat them, but we didn't find any so we used Mars bars. With my chocolate allergy, it made an interesting experience, for while I didn't notice on stage, later I proceeded to be extremely ill in a not very nice way. It was nice when it lasted however, because chocolate is good.

I fully support my DEATH BY CHOCOLATE.

Which shall be the name of my new novel, outlining the direct suffering of me with the indirect suffering of my thighs.

I am fully being educated on the politics of McDonald's sauce by the lovely Michelle on my left, and being highly distracted by Matt, on my right, with his amusing anecdotes. Ha ha, Matt on the right, when does that ever happen????

Well, I shall go to math now, since the bell rang!

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