9:28 a.m. - 2003-06-26
okay i believe you but my tommy gun don't
I got up at eight thirty today. It's a crazy thing I tell you. I remember Joe leaving last night vaguely. And I continued to sleep and I don't remember if he said anything to me. I must've been really tired.

Camping is tomorrow. AHlskfjlasdkfja;slkdjfow3iurpas;iodfv sknv.xm,cvn.z,xmVNswkfho;awieuro;wasiDfu0q257-92038;sdkfsl;akdfjl;askdfjasldkfj

^that was excitement in writing.

Me and Ash went shopping for the food and such yesterday and got a good deal on pop. Wahoo! Wonder how warm it is outside? I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. I didn't realize how close the fourth of July was. I really really really really really really hope that I get it off. Last year I had to work but Evelyn schedule me and Joe together so that was better than working alone. It'll probably be like me, John, and Sherry working and as much as I like them, I don't really want to spend the fourth of July with them and Wendy's.

I shaved when I took a shower this morning and the air conditioner makes it so cold that my hair is growing back. grrrr. I'm even sporting my winterness clothing. My Monaca track hoodie. I've decided I need to invest in a buttload of comfy clothes for when I get to college. Maria leaves for greece soon.

I'm the queen of randomness in a paragraph.

Oh and I have a pop up stopper installed on my computer that doesn't stop pop ups. Who would've thought.

I wish I didn't work so I could go to the Brand New concert tonight. Maybe Maria will get lucky enough and get to go.

sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

-Amber

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