Song of the moment: Take Away-Missy Elliot feat. Ginuwine

FYI: It dawned on me, I have less then 18 or so days until my birthday. It's the 21st, and for some reason, I feel really weird. Not like, Happy, it's my birthday, but more like some premonition of something bad will happen, not just as in the fact that something really damning to me actually happened, but something horrible, castatrophic, bloody damn well scary. For that damning fat. I have actually lost something. I've never lost anything in my life. I'm looking through my closet and I just realized that my fave pair of jeans that now don't quite fit right, but have that worn in feel is missing from my closet. I remembered that I had originally put them in the wash, well, that was about three weeks ago. I go down hunting in the laundry room, to my dismay, I think one of my closest members of my family as stole them. I swore to got, Lucky, my FAO St. Bernard stole them. No, the last two sentences are fake. I seriously lost a pair of jeans?!? How does one do that? It wasn't like I wore them in the car and proceed to take them off? Dear Buddha, I actually lost my one fave pair of jeans that were me, totally me? It embodied me and those jeans tell my life story? Well, the outside appearance of me. It wasn't like I lost a pair of Sergios or anything, but dear god, I LOST MY JEANS? I seriously don't know where they went, I mean, is it really that hard to lose something? In a way, I thought I would freak out, because well, they're these jeans that embody me and are truly important to my life, yet I felt it was like time to "pardon them" or say "goodbye."

I also did not do my French homework, but it's due on Thursday. I also did not watch my "cultural experience" video, it's basically a foreign film from Hollywood Video. I don't quite understand why we're forced to do something. My teacher all wants us to embody something outside of our world, I do, but while others just struggle through it and hate it even more. It just horrible, not to mention she didn't even grade my other cultural experience. It's like I did work that didn't even count. I mean, I semi-enjoyed it, but we were forced to do it, so she should be forced to grade it.

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