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I hate having a cold because 1) it's not even like a real sickness, only a shadow of one so you still have to do stuff 2) It lingers. I've had a sore throat for the last few days, didn't help when i was screaming at the football game I'm sure, but sometimes you just gotta blow things like that off. Yesterday morning I was actually thinking not going to the homecoming dance because I felt so horrible. Sick to my stomach actually but I made it through and i'm really glad i did. The homecoming dance was cool. They played a variety of music, I got to dance with my friends, and since I wore sandals dancing wasn't a painful experience. I'm sort of a mellow person so i danced with anyone, girl boy, doesn't matter. Apparently a few girls asked a buddy of mine if i was bi, and as he understood it, it wasn't just for gossip sake. Oddly enough, i find that both suprising and flattering. A little surprised because well, who wouldn't be? Flattered because they wondered. Odd I know, but I'm thinking it's sort of like a guy asking if i'm single. It shows interest. THough, i'm sure a lot of people don't think that way. And I think a few years ago if that sort of situation came up i would be a little worried, but I don't know whether it's maturity or just simply my own developing values that makes me react the way I do.

I've been cleaning. After reading some poems on this site it was sort of inspiring to help out my mom a bit. Helping with laundry, picking up in the bathroom and office. I'm even cleaning my room! You gotta understand what kinda thing that is. I haven't cleaned my room...well since last summer I think. Not a real cleaning. Let me just say i've been at it for an hour, my room is still dirty and I have no recollection of what i cleaned. That's pretty bad. haha...really bad. If you have so much crap on your floor and you clean for an hour and still have so much crap on your floor and don't even the crap you picked up because well...it's just crap then it's pathetic. I do know I cleaned up clothes, but i still have a fortress of clothes around my dresser. It's amazing the stuff you find, cliche but true. I found my necklace, and a lot of wallets.

Speaking of wallets, why is it that female wallets are such pains in the butts? They have that little change pouch but the zipper never works...EVER. For me anyways. It's not like i have a lot of change but it always seems to either be one of those tricky ones you have to zip really fast or it will snag, it doesn't zip all the way, or when you zip it the otherside doesn't zip so you just have to go back and forth a few times opening and closing. I have men wallets too, they don't have that change thing. Weird isn't it? But then again, it's a weird mental image seeing a guy put change away in a little compartment. I can see an old woman unclasping a change thing, but an old man would just look kind of funny. I see him more handing over dollar bills so he doesn't have to count and just shoving the change in his pocket to put in a coin jar when he gets home. I wonder which one is more efficient...

I don't think i'm ever going to get my room clean.


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I'm in a nutshell


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