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Saturday, December 14, 2002

My Dad just harassed a telemarketer. Now he's wandering around and chuckling evilly. I think it made his day.
posted by Sonja at 2:38 PM

Last night was really nice. Good People, Interesting Food, and Corny Magic. I wish it hadn't ended so darn early tho, but I guess it was all for the best because I had ACTs today. I don't think I did all that well though. There was a girl who looked like a combination of Delvy, Natalie, and Ingrid. It was intriguing. I want to go shopping today, but all the cars are in use right now. Darn christmas season. I hope I'll be able to go soon...

I feel as if I've been cold and sarcastic lately. I think I know why. And yet I don't know why. It's not something I would try to explain. But you make me smile...
posted by Sonja at 2:11 PM

Friday, December 13, 2002

Today is my (half) birthday!!! Woooooo! I think everyone should get me a present. Ok? ok.
I have decided I hate yearbook deadlines. They never seem to go right. I sometimes wish I could eliminate a few of the people and shove all the desks to one side of Mlle Pulido's anal-retentive room so that everything would be sooo much easier. I hope and pray that we have the time and will to check all the spread copy because frankly, last deadline was rather embarassing.
I feel bad because I was very sarcastic yesterday after Stephanie Yanez "visited". She always puts me on my bad side. Sorry guys.
posted by Sonja at 6:43 AM

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