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Today was pretty surreal. I went, played basketball, got myself a concussion. A typical day in the life of me - my friends say I'm special, (and that I should have a sign above my head "Warning! Hard Hat Zone!") - but I just say I'm multitalented. Someone told me they hated me. Nothing new. You either like someone, or you really don't like them, and there's really no middle ground. It doesn't really faze me when people say they hate me, because I usually hate them back. So why bother getting all worked up about it? That's the one thing girls are suckers for - drama. Anything that could be blown up into a major grade-wide issue typically is.
There's this guy I am completely in love with. I go to private school, and we have work job together, and it's like Bubbly (Colbie Calliat!) in real life. I just can't stop looking at him. There's a formal dance coming up in two weeks, but all I can do is hope, due to the maddening inferiority complex of the female, especially on the social scene. Well, that's nothing new. Just look at history. But this guy is absolutely perfect, and I should know - because he's my ex. But I still love him.
And his name is Owen.
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