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[06 Dec 2008|12:14am] |
January 30, 2008
Why are people so obsessed over the LPA Ball? I mean, I know it's a traditional and all but I've been questioned twice as to whether or not I'm showing up. Honestly, people didn't use to care, not certain how to take it.
That and I'm finding it amusing that some people are trying to remain out of kicking distance while holding conversations with me. Put one guy in a joint lock and I swear, you're bloody well branded for life.
[Owen]
Still having these horrible nightmares, I swear I haven't slept much more than twelve or so hours in the last week and I think my last life is the only thing that's keeping me going. I can't help but to think there's something wrong with me but I don't feel like I can tell the rest of my family about it. They've been trying to hard to take care of me and all and I think some of this just feels related to my past past, and they'll just toss me to a counselor that won't understand what it was like to be a real life fairy tale princess a long time ago.
[/Owen]
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[06 Dec 2008|12:11am] |
January 28, 2008
Apparently, I can't be taken anywhere.
Including English class.
Honestly, the idea of war and duty and honor is lost on most of that class and I have been accused of being a little warmonger as well as a freak. At least my English teacher seemed amused. Someone has to be willing to rock the boat a little, Julian seemed to think so anyway.
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[15 Oct 2008|09:40pm] |
January 25, 2008, 2:30 AM
[Owen]
So, woke up with another nightmare about my father's crash, just like the other one. Guess ;m not getting any sleep tonight either.
I need a cup of tea.
[/Owen]
January 25, 2008, 9PM
For the record, Chance and Ryder have dirty minds.
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[12 Oct 2008|10:21pm] |
January 24, 2008, 4AM
[private]
4AM:
Woke up early this morning with horrible, awful nightmares about my father's crash and couldn't go back to bed. I feel like bloody hell.
[/private]
January 24, 2008, 4PM
[Reeds and Friends]
So it appears as though Gossip Girl decided my permanent file needed to be spread around school. Words can not describe how much I hate her.
[/Reeds and Friends]
[Owen]
Thanks for coming to the rescue. I don't care whast you dud to end up in Juvie, you're one of the best people I know at LPA.
[/Owen]
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[08 May 2008|08:15pm] |
January 14, 2008
I apparently set the bar in antics at LPA.
So I started today off with a new lab partner Owen Dryden. Yes, he's the same Owen Dryden everyone made the fuss about. You know what, he's a nice guy, with a pretty good sense of humor, considering that I accidentally tried to drown us both when I took out a faucet in Chemistry and we had to be sent to the office to call home for a change of clothes, and he still ate lunch with the Misfits. He and Nick gave me a good round of grief over the lack of "Mullet Rock" and Johnny Cash in my iPod. I turned it over to Nick, I think I won't suffer from that problem anymore.
Figured that's all, right? Wrong. Chance made a big fuss about Owen and then Owen showed up at Worn Slippers to give me back my planner with my picture of me and Dad in it. Chance went bloody insane. Thinks I hang around too many guys and...there is no reasoning with him. I think we're going to drive each other crazy.
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[29 Apr 2008|10:29pm] |
January 11, 2008
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Please tell me I did not just see a journal entry from another LPA student trying to create a love triangle between me, Nick, and Preston...
BLOODY COLONISTS!
*headdesk*
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[17 Apr 2008|09:53pm] |
January 11, 2008
I believe it's safe to say that I will not be winning the diplomat/ambassador of the year award. Yes, I am aware that the new year has barely started but I appear to be overachieving – again.
Boys are stupid and this should be noted as a scientific fact. I told Fae that if one more little prat shouted “Bond Girl” at me, well, I'll explain what I did in a minute. Let's just say that it did not end well and if things raised a fuss before...well...I really don't do anything halfway.
So anyway, that stupid Ricky Adams decided he needed to shout “Bond Girl” at me while I was on the field in PE. Now dropping that football (wait, that's soccer ball to any Americans reading this) and kicking it at his head seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, and I would have hit him too. You know, if he hadn't ducked at the last second.
So the football in question may have sort of ended up in the staff parking lot.
Did I ever mention that the headmaster here has one of those mid-life crisis cars? With an alarm?
And now a broken window?
This is only my first week at this school too. Imagine what I'll pull off by the end of the month.
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