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Monday, February 25, 2008
crap. ok. oh my god. i need to chill. i took a shower last night and i woke up and it was seven. SEVEN!!! so i was like rushing to get in the shower when my mom says:

"don't worry, you took a shower last night. you don't need another one. just straighten your hair now. it's dry. it'll look fine."

so that's what i did. i didn't take a shower. (don't worry, i still smell very fruity:D) now, my hair looks like crap. so, that's my story. my story about how i will always blame my mom for my pain and suffering. haha.

@4:30 AM