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Its election day and I feel happy all of a sudden. Believe me all day I have been MISERABLE. Not as though I have an interesting reason. Same old Lynn shit.

But there is HOPE. Obama is kicking McCain's ass. And lemme say, its amazing.

So I've been thinking about my family and how much they suck. Not my immediate family, but my grandmother's nieces, nephews, and siblings. Most of them are evil people. Like one branch of them is already battling one another for my aunt's estate. Its unfair because I loved her more than they did. She reminded me of me. She was generous and lived a short life with really no purpose other than to serve the greater good. Never married, but had so many experinces as a child. Doesn't that sound like me?

Recently my mom cleaned out my grandmother and grandfather's old closet. I found so many pictures, documents, and I found a Bible. A bible thats about as big as my stomach. Its huge. I finally got to meet my uncle Bibby, who in 1940, made Boston Globe headlines for violently murdering his mother and her friend at a tea party. He was declared the "Demented Dwarf". Demented or not, he looks alot like the other males in my family. Its comforting in a way. To know that I'm not the only one who is totally fucked up. I'm actually contemplating reading the Bible. Is that weird? Not for nothing, I want faith. I need it.

Can you feel really good and really bad about something at the same time? Like...extremely conflicted? Honestly, its my mood. I need a word for that. Stronger than confused. More like...LYNNIFIED.

I read "My Sister's Keeper" today and I sobbed so much. What a brilliantly written novel that was. I want to write something just as brilliant. My problem is that I'd be better at writing screen plays or actual plays. Not books. I am way to visual when I write.

I cannot wait until get contacts and get these hidious glasses off my face. Not to mention my doctor's appointment coming up. I am more excited for that than anything else. I can't tell you why, not until I know for sure ;). Not going to get my hopes up and then have them crashing down on me. You know? No way I'm letting this one out. Only one person knows and she knows why I told her.

GOD NOW I'M EXCITED.

I think I have the weirdest bloge entries. I honestly don't give a shit if anyone reads it. Like when I write in my journal, I felt like someone was gonna be reading it so I never let it all out. Here, I know only 2 people really read it. (UNless you're a cool stalker person xD jk)

I've also been playing Zoo Tycoon. And its fun. Fun fun fun fun!

AH! I have an English test tomorrow?!?!? Someone shoot me!?!?!?!?

I hate Wednesdays. Stuck in Agola's for 90 minutes, than off to my OTHER language class for 90 minutes, THEN I HAVE MATH (EW), then I have History. Which sucks 100 percent on double period days because Donahue fucking talks and talks and never shuts up. So you can attempt to get him to talk about the pats or the election, but it never lasts.

Hay guise? Know what I realized?
Molly posts like 30 short blogs a day, I post 1 loooong one eeryday, and Doug posts one when he's stressed or wants to tell us uber cool stories. Its cool how we all have our own styles. Shows how opposites attract! :o!

Thursday is field trip day!!! BSO is gonna be the shit. I think I'll chill with Joe Dick-mauro, Lizzzzzz, Sammi, and Anthony the whole time SEEING AS MY TWO BIFFLES AREN'T GOING! -mad face-

TOMORROW. I'm chilling with Molly and possibly having an Obama party.

I'm reobsessing with The Starting Line. I had semi-good taste in my gothic/emo/punk phase. You know, when cutting was cool (never really was) and hottopic was the shit (still is)

BUT NOW I'M TIRED.

Noight!