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Incense. My mom just came in and went, "Olivia, stop burning shit, your dad won't be able to breathe." Then we laughed at her word choice and she said she didn't get her masters in English to adopt her teenage daughter's speaking habits. I love her.
I'm listening to My Chemical Romance. How I've missed them.
I was hungry yesterday and earlier today but my appetite disappeared again. I think there's something wrong. I dislike going to the doctor's office, a lot. They just tell me I'm sick and give me some medication that doesn't work.
So today I found out my father's most likely going to be gone for a trial in New Jersey for 10 weeks starting in June. All of my South Africa time, and some time into September? Wow. That'll definitely be...interesting. Moving right along.
Also, my mother and I just dissected the speeches I'm reporting on for English. Two of the three turned out to be horrendously translated and "white man interpretations." So I'm going to pick two others that are better. There's a Blackfeet speech! But it was by "Unnamed" so I can't tell if it's someone I'd know. It's about this unhappy marriage where the wife runs away to the Nez Perce and marries a trapper.
I should probably get on that. And then I have to call Christo because he and I haven't spoken in like owp8ru29o8ifj293839379201109383 years.
Last night, I had two interesting conversations with two very different boys; they pretty much told me the same thing. I love them.
I should probably start again.
FUCK YOU BLOGGER.
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Today was long. I really enjoy ending the day in Act Out though, even if I don't contribute much quite yet. It'll happen. I already love everyone in it, although I've never spoken to a couple of them in my life.
ANYWAY
Bai.
♥