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I feel like I don’t talk enough about myself.

So I’m just going to talk. Hope you don’t mind. (^^);;

Today I woke up at 8:50, left my house, got to class three or four minutes late. I slept through most of my second class, although I seem to have retained most of the info. Pretty sure I have a sleep disorder.
The student trustee, Carlos, actually talked to me about himself and how used to have sleep apnea. I really didn’t care to hear him talk. I just heard bla bla bla, I suck up to people to get ahead in life, bla bla bla. Same with the Student Senate President. She comes up to me and all I hear is bla bla bla, I suck up to people to get ahead in life, bla bla bla.
I used to write all the time. I liked writing. Kinda. Sorta. More or less just to hear myself type, I guess. Is that a bad thing? Not sure. :P
Then the writing got kinda drama-filled, and then it wasn’t so much fun as it was personal, so I stopped–and deleted my Myspace account. (Ha, that was a joke. Get it? Blogs mostly exist on Myspace? Yeah. . .)
Gotta be honest with you–I broke up with my two best friends by taking them off my friends list on Myspace. I was eighteen at the time. Not very mature at all.
I can be a stubborn ***. Swear to god, and you know how we stubborn ***** work–we don’t want to admit it, but we know we’re stubborn *****. We have a point. We’re going to try to shove it down your throat. Well, by “we” I mean “I”. I think I might just be under-educated about a few subjects. I should work on that. :P
I had a dream the other night about a mechanical chicken that fell from the sky. It spat out one of those little quarter machine bubble cases and exploded. I took the bubble case, opened it, and inside was a figurine of two yellow giants who were connected by their backs to one another. They wore a blue jacket. Next thing I know, I look to my right, and there are the giants, connected back-to-back, yellow skin and blue jacket and all.
I thought it was kind of like Mirrormask and that I was on this adventure to grow out of adolescence. :/

You know, I used to drive my car to the ends of roads. I used to drive those roads because I felt like, by driving them, I could go somewhere that I could handle the problems I had. I eventually dealt with them, and now I don’t go driving anymore.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me! :D

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