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Mmmm, here we are folks, three weeks from graduation day, and I'm still running around frantically (or lazily) in teenage wasteland. I'm telling you right now that it hasn't even occurred to me that the schoolyear is ending. Those words don't even register. I'm convinced it's still January. Let's all put on The Beverly Hillbillies while we're at it.
Earlier this week, all the money in my wallet (all the money I had, period) was stolen from my gym locker. Somewhere around 50 bucks, I reckon. I wasn't even that pissed now that I think about it... I guess I didn't plan on spending much of it any time soon. Whatever, still a disappointment. You should've seen me after it happened, I started telling everyone I could find that my money was stolen. You should've seen the amount of people I told. In journalism class, which immediately followed gym, I was practically the town crier proclaiming my lack of 50 bucks. Fucking hate the sick dickface who took my money. I'll find you, rabbit fucker, I'll find you. In recent days, I've had to go down to the deans and even to the school liaison officer just so the damn event could be recognized. Love our school's crack security team...they never let a crime (or ham sandwich) go unhandled.
I'll be back later, I'm going to Panera with some folks...and about the money thing, I should be getting a job at Old Navy soon, so that's no biggie, and I'm also getting all my change turned in, so that's an easy 35 bucks. Wooo.
Out for now, love you, love you, love you,
Louis.
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