LETS BLAME THE LIMELIGHT.

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Friday, February 09, 2007 @ 11:24:00 pm

so much for a HAPPY birthday.
i know i shouldn't say this but FUCK.
i want my 9. stupid shit.

when i see my grades it not too bad range between a2 to b3. but a friggin'15 spoils it all.
im gonna feel dumb in class. rahhh.. damn smart ass people.

i hate my birthday.
RAH.

chocolate choclate i need you.
where's my endorphines.
ugh.....

countdown from now : 27mins
'happy' birthday to me