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Feet.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
8:48 PM

Reasons why I am awesome:

1.) I had a Dermatologist appointment yesterday morning and was proscribed so much in the way of drugs I could open up my own under the table drug business. I'll be hiring next week.
2.) I also had an eye appointment yesterday and the doctor promptly told me every time I come in my eyes get .25 worse and for the first time in fours years my eyes are no longer the same prescription. One eye is now .25 worse then the other. So, give me a year, and I will be blind.
3.) My wonderful sister Chelsea can't remember the name of my blog so she has to go through Peter's site to find me. So much love.

My iPod is doing well, I thought you might want to know.

I went and saw Wimbledon last night and really, really enjoyed it. Like, for a romantic comedy it was spectacular. Studio Cannel Films are so the shit. Plus, this bad boy was centered around the high class, intense game of Tennis which I excel at so I was bound to love it. You should go see it.

Jen bought Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and invited me and my Hookah over to watch it. I took her up on the deal but then I remembered that my parents leave tomorrow for Hawaii and if I want good presents I should probably stick around tonight and help them out. My mom wants me to paint her toe nails. You have to understand as a child her feet grossed me out. I can remember shopping as a kid and seeing her feet under the dressing room door and thinking, I'll never let my feet get that old, so, the thought of me like touching her feet grosses me out. God. I'm such a good daughter. Anyways, I have to touch moms feet tonight which I'm not looking forward to and I really hope this insures some sweet puka (puca?) shells and reef flip-flops.

Speaking of flip-flops my math teacher today tells us about this extra bonus home work that we can do. We have to find an ad and make a true/false table with it and some other shit. Anyways, she was like, I'll give you till next Friday so you can use the upcoming presidential elections in your examples. We can see how many times Kerry Flip-Flops. The whole class kinda just made this noise, like, she didn't just say that, did she? I of course speak up and say, or, It could be the other way around too, dont you think? I was trying not to piss her off, she is really nice but then she just looks at me with this Bush-is-the-God-of-all-Presidents face and I say, we could just wait for Bush to stumble over his words like normal and count those. The class laughed and as she turned her back to the chalk board and right then I knew I was going to fail math. And to think I was just starting to get that stuff she is teaching in class. Pitty. I think I'm gonna use some of the latest research at http://www.factcheck.org/ to do my bonus home work. Should make her really happy.

Lastly, if you all value your computers like I know you do, download the newer version of Fire Fox here. It's the best browser in the world. Although I do here Google might be developing one...
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