Duel at 10 paces, bitch. I'ma callin' you out. Maybe we can get this sand out of your vagina before it's too late. That is assuming that Tracy doesn't come back to EAT me!



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Okay so it wasn't a duel. It was more of a pleasegodihopedayubacksmeup. Steven didn't even talk to me. He directed all his comments to Dayu because I don't exist, apparently. Then Steven referred to me as an 'it'. "When something bugs me i just tend to ignore it".

I'm grateful Dayu backed me up... he practically carried my complaint. He's too good to me. I'm not too good of a friend i guess. Thanks buddy, I'll make it up to you.


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In almost related news, i got an email from prutz with the subject "your committment". I need to start putting in 4 days a week, and he thinks so too. I feel so bad nowadays. XC just isn't what it used to be. I just want to stay in bed and not go to school. Nobody can touch me under the covers.

I'm dropping Art, too.