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So I'm definitely sick. I took a nap yesterday and when I woke up I was like 'So I'm definitely sick.' I was supposed to go to my Dad;s school today to help some kids with reading but I'm sick so I'm just lying in bed.

Here is a photo of me wearing my sexy black backpack.
Soory Maggie Lee, I'm taken.






Fuck writing poetry. People can just write poems that mention me. In fact fuck poetry all together. Does anyone want to write a best selling biography about me?

Damn Norweigan Wood isn't screenign anymore. THought I might go to that today.

This is a short blog post. I might do another one later on

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Am I really getting sikk or am I just using that as an excuse to noot do things? The last couple weeks my brain felt like an arrow, now it feels like a blob. I triedd to read Tender Buttons by Gertrude Stein again (in the bath thiis time) but I couldn't get past the first page. I couldn't focus.

Now I'm lying in my parents bed. Is that weird? Doesn't seem to weird to me. I just wanted a change of secene I guess. I'm rewatching the third season of Skins. Why? I don't know. I'm writing this blog post way earlier in the day than I wrote the other ones.

Alice sent me  a get untired fast plan. I put it as my desktop background. Here is my desktop:

It's messy right. Is that a sign of something? I'm going to try and follow this plan. Hopefully it will help.

I'm interviewing a few people at the moment. Does any website want me to be their in house interviewer or something? Idk.

I did two loud sneezes. My nose isn't blocked though. Am I sick? My throat is sore. Do you want to nurse me back to health? You could wear a nurses uniform. It might be fun. It might not.

I gave my friend a copy of Grow Up for his birthday. I gave him a hug and lifted him up. I watched people play table tennis. I watched people play Fifa '11. I listened to people talk. I ate some cake. I am a chocolate cake connoisseur. I have high standards for chocolate cake. This cake was only okay, but it was served with icecream and chocolate so that was nice. My friend has a tradition for his birthday where everyone at the party takes a bite out of the same slice of cake. It's cool. Here's a photo of it from last year:

Here is my friend:

Wow that's a small photo.
Yesterday was my first time seeing him in ages.
Like half a year or something.
Was kinda weird.
Awkward.
He was one of my best friends.
Was my first time seeing a lot of other people in a long time as well.
Time to wrap this up.
How do I wrap this up?
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I am now taking requests on what to blog about. What shall I blog about?

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I went to try and get some t-shirt made but the guy at the store was like these are the wrong file types. What did you use to make these? It's all flattened. He kept talking about vectors. IDK IDGI JUST PUT THE PICTURES ON THE TSHIRTS BRO. can some else just handle thiis for me?

I went to the library but I was too tired to read let alone write. This tired thing is getting out of hand. I think I might be coming down with a cold or something. My dad said that I look tired and have rings under my eyes. What do you think?

Also at the library I got this book out:

I havent read it before and I saw it on the returned today shelf. it looked short and I opened it and it was written in really short sections. I thought cool I can read this classic really quickly. But it turns out that its not the real version. It's a simplified version for people who are learning to read. I'm not sure if I'll read it now. It seems like it might be funny if I did. But it also seems like I might not so I dont ruin the proper version for myself. Idk




I took a break from reading Nothiing to read Varieties Of Disturbance and now I'm having trouble getting back into Nothing or reading anything. I feel kinda bleak right now. My hands are dry my throat is sore.

When people ask me what I've b een up to I never know what to say. I always do the same things. Fuck this is a shitty blog post.

What should I blog about?

Does anyone else ever feel like smashing their computer to pieces. Throwing their laptop into the wall. Snapping it in half. Throwing their cellphone into a fountain or other body of water. I often imagine doing these things.

What should I blog about?

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I went to that party. It was okay. There were a lot of people. The end