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Dude. I am too bored to even come up with a good title. I'm so bored i'm gnot even goint to cooret my mistakes when I amke them because I just want to get this post over with. Oh crpa I keep forgettin to not edit out my misktakes. Well, mostly I do. But sometimes it's just instictive to dot that. Well, let's see. To start off, I could not get on the computer at all until right now. From arond two thirty yestaerday , my dad havd to right his wsermon on the computer. WHich means no interntet. Which means no checking meail. Wand no communication with the outside world. Which really suckes. And then dtoday, chucrch, and then this freakin' 3 hour lon g piano reicatal!!! Althouh churh was pretty cool. We all want down inot the basement and turned out the lights. Ccic eric and me didn't get scared , but Karrisa and , uh, I think it was Sara or Sarch or something kept on screaming at everthing. Which was why I took upon myself to scare them aevn more. Lke while everynbody wa s doen in the basement I kept on welakin up to the basement door and saying stuff like "you're gont too die!" and then they'd scream. I twas freakin' hilarious. Which was just what I needed because after that I hasd to sit through the living dead recital. Which was not a good thing. Alhthoug I did a good jobb on my 7 minute long piece that I had to have entirely by memory, thank you ventry much. But yeah, I hate thouse recital things. Oaky, well, nothing elese to asy. see ya.