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Yeah, so basically, I'm trying to get rid of the connections between this account and my old account, so no one can trace and discover the connection between both. I mean, there are some things I won't tell anyone--I repeat, anyone about, unless the time is right.

So anyway, I've got jeans now, meaning I'm hurray, better, I guess? And wow, this SHIFT key isn't working...or maybe it's just my stiff, frozen pinky. It's getting to winter now. A lot colder. Wouldn't it be great to just live in a ccol climate forever?

So anyway. Uh, clubs went great today. I'm overloaded with homework, which will probably kill me somehow, and I'm way to anxious about school. I mean, that critical lens essay is terrible. I had no idea what the heck to write. It's like I've got writer's block or something. Usually, the words just come out once I've started, but I can't even think of the starting words.

Tierra's probably going to be gone long-term now...she told Savage to tell me to powerplay GraveDance--not a good sign. Now, as long as I can find that other person before, I can actually start typing up a post. It's been a looooooong time since.

And one more thing. Who isn't afraid of parcels or boxes in the mail? I mean, I have this mortal fear of packages arriving in the mail, because, what if there was an e in there? Like that show I watched in Forensics? There's this kid who dissed all his online customers, and received an e that tore holes in his femal artery, which of course, killed him because that's a frickin artery. (wow, this computer is really defective) Maybe it's just me, but I'm never going to open stuff like that; I'll probably put that in a corner and wait for it to blow or something. Or open it with those grabbing sticks from ten feet away. Really! Who knows? What if I unknowing dissed someone? Especially if those packages were covered in weird labels and wrapped in twine. I read somewhere that the use of twine has been eliminated by the Postal Service, too. And the most anxious and suspenseful part is when you open the box to the see it filled with packing peanuts: what the heck is in there? Oh my god, I would never open them for my life, because they might cost me my life. And I should stop ranting.

It's like, nearly 7:00pm in the library now, and my mom's gonna get really ticked off, so I'm going to hightail it RIGHT NOW.