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Hey my name is Kayla. I blog because I want my memories kept. I don't blog daily, so don't bother to check every single day. I blog when I want to, so no complaining. Please, if a topic on my webiste seem's to upset you, deal with it silently and alone. Don't involve me. Be warned that this is my blog and be prepared that anything can be written so don't even bother complaining. I know most of my readers are from my school, if you are curious or have something to say about my blog, ask me online. I'd rather not be put on the spot and explain myself. I'd rather no one ask at all, but hey, people can be purpous. I have a few bestfriends, you know who you guys are. Enjoy your stay.



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Thursday, December 4, 2008
I got my high school applications today. I swear my Principle HATES me for some abnormally strange reason. I was in the office asking to get my jacket from the change room, and she was giving me the dirtiest look I've ever got from someone.
We got our class pictures today, and I looked abnormal. I was so damn Ugly. My hair looked like a damn bush from the moisture in the air, my make-up was smudged, and honestly who could smile when there is a frikin pedo-bear standing in front of you "MMk little children smile". honestly who could smile at that. My french teacher is a douche, telling everyone not to talk to me, because I'm going to influence them. That is a load of crap. The damn people talk to me, and if they didn't want to be distracted, they could simply say "Umm I'm trying to do my work please leave me alone." So I really don't think he should just assume I was the one talking to them. Teachers are retarted. Thank jeebus for high school.

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