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Saturday, August 21, 2004

I had sorta a nervous breakdown last night @ midnight. I couldn't sleep, and I knew I had band camp Saturday. So I flipped, there's been a lot of work I have to do lately, and it's only the 2nd week of school... I have 2 tests this week, a speech, TW (timed writing), and soccer and color guard practice. The lack of rest gets me in trouble with my CG instructor, but I don't know how my new soccer coach will handle it.

On a funnier note, my mom said I can't wear normal bras to soccer or colorguard anymore, I have to wear creepy sports bras w/ the hooks poking me in the back. Why, you may ask? Because aparently my breasts are too big to be held in normal bras while participating in physical activity (not sex... morons). So... yeaaaaaah.

I'm thinking of writing a story, I don't know what it's about. I think the character will be a girl. And there will be her dreams, which is what I'm gonna start out w/.

Lost @ 2:09 PM