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Today is June 25, 2003 @ 11:31 am

     Goodness Morning to those who have come here after a spell of me not updating my um...ahem...daily...muse. Well, school was out for 12 days now, and I guess I'm bored, reading novels upon novels and watching movies of stupid chick flicks. But I saw Finding Nemo and went to Frisco for the weekend, so I guess I should be glad.
     Anyway, I'm running behind with that epilogue of my last story, Snow in April [sorry to the "fans". I adore you all for keeping up with it], because I'm friggin' lazy, no kidding.
And I was going to sign up for that Evolution Site Awards thing-ma-giggy, but I scrolled down and figured, what CATEGORY can I possibly sign the site up for? I mean, I hadn't spoken to the other webmistress and webmaster for a while, though Tinkerbell called and talked on and on about her boring life and I told her to update this stie and she was like, "Yeah, right." And I was talking to Jaundice about his birthday and seeing sea lions at Frisco, when my computer SHUTS DOWN and I'm left to stare at a blank screen that reads, "Your computer has shut down because it is incompetent. You should get off your lazy butt and buy a better one."
     And of course, I can't do that, because I spent most of my money at Frisco, buying my mom a mug I have to TAKE OUT in order for her to actually USE IT. Actually, I didn't do much at Frisco, really. Just see the buildings and eat. Eat and eat and eat somemore. Oh, and did I mention we ate? A lot? And their food is frickin' expensive, but at least their IHOPs aren't crowded when we walk there and even I can get a table next to a window in which the restaurant guarentees you can see the Golden Gate Bridge if you strain your eyes a bit.
    Oh, I should go. My mom wants me to try boiling this sesame dessert drink, so I'm gonna use that stupid mug I brought her, although I know she wants me to the drink the whole 240 calories in the liquid.
    This vacation stinks.

Aries

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