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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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I had another scary dream last night.
I need to make a dream catcher or something... In this one, my whole family and I were in the basement. There was no furniture down there except for a bed and the entertainment center. It looks as though we were taking care of Beast, from Beauty and the Beast. He was dying and bed ridden. I know that because we were keeping a close watch on him and making sure someone was there at all times just in case. I did not leave his side once. I was too afraid something would happen when I left. (This reminds me a lot of my grampa because I didn't want to leave his side either. Then he passed away when I was at school and everyone was there but me.) My parents left to get him something, and while they were gone, I was doing everything in my power to make Beast feel better. Suddenly, I burst out into this whole "Be Our Guest" like number, but it was more so like "Stay alive, regain your strength..." and so on. There were lights and balloons, it was an impressive show I did, I must say. And during the singing and dancing, lights and balloons, I realized Beast was up and dancing, frail bodied and all. My song ended very quickly, because I was so scared when he got up- I didn't want to over-exert him. My parents came down, as well as the rest of the family, and we looked at him with wide eyes. He was still frail and slightly ill looking, but full of hope. And I remember not being able to understand or believe him because he still looked sick but he smiled at me like everything was going to be ok...so I believed. And despite the happy-ish ending, the dream struck up so many memories and doubts...and at the end, I didn't remember if he just passed away happily or lived healthy again. I don't know what happened to Beast, I just have to believe he's okay where ever he is. But I woke up, and my pulse was at about a hundred; my chest felt tight and I was still really scared for some reason. I keep thinking about my grampa and how I wasn't there in the end. I still have so much regret inside of me even though it wasn't my fault. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I was at school. I shouldn't have been at school. I should have been there. I was supposed to visit him that day, anyway. I should have been there. You should never have to say goodbye through a letter in a casket. Jenny at 1:33 PM
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